Glow

A poem, a spark that soon goes out 

Mere whisper of flame not a shout

Its glow dies when falls, bouncing about

Without oil of ink or in paper drought

Of gathered dry thoughts build your fire

Gather clean leaves, stoke it with twigs of desire

Blow into it life's breath, watch it grow higher

An offering burnt upon a  writer's block pyre

Reviews

[RomaJ]

This poem beautifully captures the delicate tension between fragility and potential. I loved the tactile imagery of "dry thoughts" versus "twigs of desire." The closing line, "An offering burnt upon a writer’s block pyre," feels both lamenting and ritualistic, honoring the transformation of thought and ink.
..Roma

[Soren]

Thank you Roma for the read and interpretation it is both appreciated and valued. We all come to times when it seems new thoughts are few and we are forced to dig through the scrap pile of past rubbish we have written.

[Chris Shaw]

Those poetic thoughts need nurturing. All too easy for them to turn to ash. Feed those flashes of inspiration until they burn brightly, but never give up. A lovely relatable poem Soren to poetry lovers who fear the loss of their art.

Chris

[Soren]

Thank you so much Chris I appreciate your read and comment it is most valued