Linda Studley

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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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Flame Dancer

Fatal moth went flying,
flying through the night,
nightly through the dark,
darkly t’wards the light.

Light pulled like a magnet,
magnetic north, it called,
called the blind to follow,
follow, one and all.

All the moths flew vainly,
vainly t’wards the moon,
mooning for her touch,
touched since the cocoon.

Cocooning through the day,
daily grey moths sleep,
sleep until the moon rise,
rises them to fleet.

Fleet from grey bark nest,
nestled in the brush,
brush dust from their wings
in the frantic rush.

Rush to this new light,
alight on candle’s flame,
flame dancer writhe and fall,
fall and end the game.

 

#69

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