Firestarter

I don't know what happened to yesterday. The day disappeared and then today began.  Anyhow I'll post a few today, and will be making my rounds as well.  Thanks.

Firestarter

A soft, whence fall’s

Smolder dance

Arrives—

Ember’s sparkling ambiance

Beckons warming

Transformation—

Blount care taken,

Consistency of flame’s altered

Stoke—

Spatial cloud’s comingled trace,

Merging each the shift, of aural

And tactile space—

Blankets coddle knees pressed high

Wiggled digits peak beneath veil’s

Shroud—

Eyelids shade to flicker’s light

As lips expand fascia’s rosy,

Dimpled cheek—

One solitary source of warmth

Dwarfed by solidarity of loving

touch—

Communication of mythic lore

Without a word spent tween’ the two

In harmony

The heart persists long past fire quells

Where darkness lays fractured

From embrace’s illuminating spell 

Blowtorch: An Expression of Paternal Love

There are moments-

In where you will feel the urge-

Through transition, a superimposed image of yourself forms- distorted truths and exaggerated roles-

Burn the foliage you once called home.  Burning it all, flames so tall, the surrounding world’s sent away,

Sparks awaken the inferno, lost are the embers floating through the trees, the ones in front, behind,

Sheltering the face from the haze, a moment is drained of a past- no longer,

As incendiary thoughts conspire, lingering in the aftermath of the blaze,

Manipulated is the mind, rearranged through the beauty of a slate washed clean,

Stutter stepping amongst the pajama-clad, hooves cloaked by slipper and boot

A desire for improvement, a constant strain is placed upon the nature,

Bred from gossip columns, matured through evening news,

Aloft she sits upon a perch, above, out of sight, in reach of God,

Impressive are the claims, the realistic footprints its’ actions recreate-

The awe, glorious palpitations only metrics away,

A shoulders’ length from the tipping place, hand-crafted affirmations cast anew,

A mystery unsolved, a revelation perched within the clouds,

Mirrors cracking from the personal glare, 

A creator inspired through a son’s necessity to fly, for him alone, Daedalus you became,

Identity and structure seemed the same,

Yet it was a crude imitator, igniting the outcome to change,

In replacing the sun with the moon, a child, with wings intact,

Rose above inferno, avoided wildfire and soared beyond the fanned flame.