Linda Studley

Can't Put the Pen Down…

the Spark, the Flame, and the Ember

It starts with a spark.
A blinding synapse
that focuses your gaze
through a magnifying glass hovering over
combustible potential.
The rest of the world becomes small and insignificant
compared to the sparking tinder.

So still, so quiet
you can hear your own breathe
and his
fanning the flame within.
Flames that grow and sear away
sorrow, lick away tears, and
leap through the darkness.

The tinder is long gone but the years,
banked up in a comforting glow, remain
a warm bed to cradle embers.
You and I,
this life,
the spark, the flame, the ember.



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2 thoughts on “the Spark, the Flame, and the Ember

  1. Race A. Meyer on said:

    Linda, you are such a romantic! I love your poetry. I’m so pleased you are sending us your amazing thoughts every day again.

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