To become Fire

my heart has begun to rhyme,
it’s committed the solemn crime
to begin the walk taken alone,
stepping on land that moans
with every blink of yellow eyes,
I’m finding stars that never rise,
I am in the wilderness of desire,
I am reaching out to become fire.

touch me where it hurts the most,
I am ready to pay all the costs,
there is no meaning to the sea
that perspires in moments of glee,
I am sea foam, salted with desire,
I am reaching out to become fire,
that pardons none and forgives all
I am giving away to you my soul.

my heart has begun to rhyme,
it’s blossoming with dirt and grime,
there is no penitentiary for lust,
it is the fuel that never combusts,
the journey ends where it begins,
innocence dead, the demons win,
I am lost in wilderness of desire,
I am reaching out to become fire.

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Written in consideration of dVerse Poetics where we are writing octets. I did not follow the syllable structure. I was reading Bilbo’s Last Song (At The Grey Havens) by J.R.R Tolkien, written in three octets. So, I came up with this verse which can be called vulgar in comparison to Tolkien’s verse. But that is what I am. Vulgar. 😀
I haven’t been writing much lately but for some empty verses which I scribble on the book that I am reading. I hope that you have not forgot me already.

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21 thoughts on “To become Fire

  1. Glenn Buttkus says:

    I like your energy in this, & the citing of your Tolkien source. Far from vulgar, I find it bold & revealing. Have missed you out on the dVerse trail. I like the line /I am sea foam, salted with desire/.

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  2. I admire the passionate voice specially:

    I am in the wilderness of desire,
    I am reaching out to become fire.

    HA, we haven’t forgotten about you, smiles ~

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  3. Beautiful writing, HA, I would even find your definition of Vulgar to be in this case beautiful. I especialy like this part :”touch me where it hurts the most,
    I am ready to pay all the costs,
    there is no meaning to the sea
    that perspires in moments of glee,
    I am sea foam, salted with desire,
    I am reaching out to become fire,
    that pardons none and forgives all
    I am giving away to you my soul” – it feels so raw and harmonic at the same time, so honest and enticing.

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  4. Ah, Anmol, you’re too hamble…I can feel in the poem the passionate voice and the fire enough to write and inspire others….enjoyed the poem indeed sounding for me as the road song.

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  5. Reaching out to become fire tells me you are bold and active….some of us hold back from it and watch, unfortunately; but we also have hearts that rhyme and find our strength in other ways. Insightful write.

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  6. This is so full of passion….I love it. The use of metaphor and repetition is exquisite, provocative, and powerful. “Touch me where it hurts the most” and the description of the heart, “blossoming with dirt and grime”–wow, absolutely stunning.

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  7. How can one forget fire? Scribble away. We all tend to judge ourselves too hard.
    I once read about an artist who took words and burned them into paper. I did find an artist who uses incense to create landscapes.

    And what are our words, but landscapes of verse?
    Thank you for your kind words on my haibun; Relativity.

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