The Flame.

Gold embers burn in my memorie,
so beautiful, so mesmerizing.
The flame flickers and moves with the wind,
it's movements resemble pure beauty.

It's meserizing gaze,

draws me in.

I reach out to touch its beauty,

only to have it lash out at me.

The gold embers that burn in my memorie,
leave scares, and a reminder.
The flame that flickers and moves with the wind,
has forever taken away my resemblance of beauty.

Author notes

I had been struggling with finding that spark that I pull my work from. Going through some hard times physical and emotionally has taken a toll on my writing and I was reading quotes and looking at a few paintings, and came across this oil painting of a campfire. I began to remember better times as a child, and things that seemed so perfect back then have turned into the complete opposite. This write for me was more a symbol of how view change as we age and grow. Things will never be as sweet as the memories that we keep special.

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Tqop
April 27
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Very beautiful.
ciara12
February 28
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Your sister is here
i loved this one, how you spelled memorie is awesome, do not change that and i love how you made this just about you.. don't give up on these awesome poems, your writing skills are just you... and i really like how you did this using your own skills and your own "memories". i really loved this write...

you always
Ciara ann
Adelaine
February 27

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Beautifully written.
It's a sad symbolic piece that goes out to a lot of people.

Is 'memorie' really supposed to be spelled that way? and 'scares' in the last stanza...must it be 'scars'?

Those are just suggestions.

Great write.

- Adelaine
GothicFyre
February 27
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I loved this, really beautiful and tender - I loved the analogy of a flame. Really beautiful.