a fire-play —
temptation, orange, blue,
many dawn colored hues,
rise with its remaining sighs
before my shuttered eyes,
gate-crashing the portal for
a bite-sized world,
lives enmeshed, unfolded
and tread upon, within
a singular blanket
of agony, of warmth.
days rising and setting
(the sea abounding
calmness) —
one page folded, two picked apart
to take control over the command
for a rekindled fire — scarlet,
sinful, still,
in tomorrow’s land –
singing my hair to a crisp,
narrow-tread – spiraling
higher and higher.
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Some obtrusive rhyme there — I still feel awkward using them unless in a form. I have admired Ferlinghetti’s usage though; would try to be less out-there next time. For now, it works for me.
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