Playing with Fire
Breathing the inferno
dancing in the flames
walking on hot coals
to you across the steam.
I'll Never Tell Myself
I'll never tell myself
I wish it were the past
and all I have become
has withered on the vine.
I'll never tell myself
that life has lost its luster
while I breathe and
feel my heart.
Love the first one..Oh to be able to breathe and feel your heart...we wish our lives away. Such a beautiful reminder not to.
ReplyDeleteOh, but wishing and dreaming make the live worth living. Even if it takes a little bit away ;)
DeleteAs long as there is fire..there is life..the two pieces work perfectly together..the first..blind faith perhaps..a mind set needed to walk on coals..the second..doubt?..when it may be best to rest a while on the path...jae
ReplyDeleteGreat perspective :) I hadn't thought of that consciously.
DeleteI like the last one's message: It's not over till you're dead! :-) Thanks, as always, for posting Ben.
ReplyDeleteThanks, as always, for reading!
Deletelove - i'll never tell myself, sweetly wise and life-affirming.
ReplyDeleteComments like that keep me writing :)
DeleteSo very much like the second poem. Never tell myself all that all I have become has withered on the vine. Oh so perfect a thought for me tonight.
ReplyDeleteAlways glad to help ;)
DeleteBen the I'll never tell my self is a beautiful poem!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Chris! :-D
DeleteThe economical build made for some surgical depth. I'm way, way impressed.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jack!
Deletei love love love the second poem!
ReplyDeletekudos!
It's funny. I liked the first one better when I wrote them but after reading the comments it might be the second I like :)
Deletegreat !
ReplyDeletewell i feel at times my life has lost its luster