Image: Courtesy of Tess' Mag (here)
Not wishing to hang up
Let it be there
May sprout some buds
Any greenery is fair
It will take as long
To mend my heart
It is where it belongs
But now broken apart
As much as broken pieces
That ruined my day
Might appear frivolous
But my mind's in disarray
Faith uppermost in feelings
Beautiful flowers will appear
To whisper sweet nothings
A pleading for me to hear
Rekindle the fire in you
Let the flames roar
Not something new
Seen it before
For Tess' hosting at Magpie Tales # 274 and
Vinay's Prompt #15 wordplay #3 - fire
Very nice. :-)
ReplyDeleteDoesn't have to be new for the flames to roar
ReplyDeleteIf you are talking one never knows what will sprout from words..
ReplyDeleteA hopeful feeling expressed here. Nicely done!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful post
ReplyDeleteWonderful write as always. Hank.
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
I like the strength of your close,
ReplyDeletethe call to turn to faith - to heed
the call.
Enjoyed this, Hank!
ReplyDeleteA little faith can go a long way
ReplyDeletetrue ..honest ...like this!
ReplyDeleteNo matter how bad, a heart will heal. Really nice poem, Hank!
ReplyDeleteExcellent response to the prompt. Well done.
ReplyDeleteHank I have nominated you for "The Creative Blogging Award"
ReplyDeleteplease read my latest post for rules.
Yvonne.
A romantic call for help ...
ReplyDeleteNice metaphor of faith as a growing plant.
ReplyDeleteNot frivolous at all!
ReplyDeleteJust change of perception, esp. if the flames are not new...brave and positive message!
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