Combustible glory…

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Analogy, Aspects of lack of success, Candle, Candle light, Comparison, Desire, Dream, Every aspect of a candle, Faint inspiration, Flame, Fuel, Glory, Hopelessness, Life, Musings, One Shot Wednesday, One Stop Poetry

Image credits: qazinahin@DeviantArt

Your dancing flicker
is like some shrill laugh
Echoing
in the pitted caverns within my mind

Your faint glow
is like a moaning ghost
Mocking
me at my accomplishments now dead

Your intoxicating aroma
is a buttermilk dream
Cascading
down unexplored gorges of my heart

Your seared wick
is that unreachable goal
Taunting
me to feel it while it’s red-hot

Your waxen smoothness
is my warm desire
Evaporating
slowly into a grey nothingness

Your annealed remnants
are my silenced dreams
Struggling
desperately for another vain life

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**Posted for One Shot Wednesday (Golden Jubilee week… yaaayyy)!! Seriously, if you are craving for some terrific poetry form the heart, you GOTTA check this place out! You are destined to love it! **

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Faint blur

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Imagination, Interpretations, Musings, Past, Poetry Potluck, Reflections, Sunday 160, Thinking

Image Credits - DeviantArt.com

faint shadows dancing
behind smooth flimsy curtain
ghoulish puppetry

thunder and flashes
whizzing past turbid waters
ripples created

Images of precious past..

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**This haiku set has been posted for Monkey Man’s Sunday 160!! For more tales written in 160 characters or less, please visit his blog… **

*** Also posted for our lovely Monday Poetry Potluck!!! ***

On My Flight Back To Dallas

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35000 feet, Dallas, In-flight, Landing, Musings, Poetry

There are moments when I
Sit right by my side
And as time passes by
All noises subside…

I let my mind take flight
And watch the evening skies
Sink into hues of the night
With my passions on the rise

When life is at its peak
And I’m bothered by none
Where all that makes me weak
Are those dreams I have spun

It is moments such as these
By which I am alive
For they are a soothing breeze
When realities arrive…

Standing By The Window…

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Musings, Poetry, Random, Thoughts, Window

Standing by the window
Watching the children play
I wonder what becomes of us
Whats really ours to say

Standing by the window
I ponder over the past
And wish from all the depths within
That it would forever last

Standing by the window
I paint a picture bright
With all the colors life can offer
Be they dark, or be they light

Standing by the window
I enjoy this gentle air
And urge my self to open up
Outside of my own lair

Standing by the window
Rain splashing on the pane
With gusts that make way through the gaps
Thrashing all that we think sane

Standing by the window
Green grass before my eyes
With gentle blades that bow to me
Catching me by surprise

Standing by the window
Trees swaying in the breeze
Their leaves gleam in all freshness
Can this moment not just freeze??

Standing by the window
Cars speeding, zooming past
I think how far I have travelled
In this world that’s paced so fast

Standing by the window
Night lit by a full moon
A quiet moment with my spirit, then
Letting crickets sing their tune