Blaze - by another anonymous poet :o)
A wisp of smoke floating above a fire
my life's story in a swirling cloud,
completely different from the wood
the emotions that fuel me,
unlike the embers that burn in my heart,
sending off a red-hot glow,
isolated in a small circle of stones
a protective barrier to keep things contained,
and the only part of my life that
reaches others is the smoke
the haze that cloaks the embers,
and floats away on the wind
in changing patterns
which disappear and are forgotten,
and people never get close enough
to feel the blaze |