Forged in a crucible of fire
my essence is flame –
I smoulder in silence
burn in indignation
ignite with passion –
stir these embers if you dare.
(Image from personal collection.)
Forged in a crucible of fire
my essence is flame –
I smoulder in silence
burn in indignation
ignite with passion –
stir these embers if you dare.
(Image from personal collection.)
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Beautiful piece and the last line is brilliant!
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Haha, thank you, Eugenia. Was feeling cheeky
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😉
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Beautiful poem 👏
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Thanks
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Ohhh, that last line . . .
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Thanks
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Beautiful!
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Thank you
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So beautiful both the poetry and the photo.
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I concur!
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Thanks
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Thanks so much
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I lost track of several bloggers but I’ve found you again and I’m delighted. 🙂
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I am glad! Seems I lost some too. Thanks so much.
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Stir like with a spoon or stir like with a comment?
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There are many ways to stir a passion, Mike.
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If you’re asking me out V.J. I accept, but you pay for dinner. 🙂
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Ha ha ha ha…You never fail to make me laugh, Mike.
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Stunning! On every level VJ 🔥
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Thank you Andrea.
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