Here be fire (ever)
Here be fire
in the darkness,
sleeping,
yet ember mouthed,
wordless lines of smoke
feardreaming
smouldering lifeā¦
I feed it letters of air
by mouth blowing,
embers glowing,
springing
into flames along the lines,
cold darkness heatingā¦
I feed them hesitantly
words of life
and the lines writhe
through the smoke
thinningā¦
Heat rising along the spine,
life and mark entwine
giving
birth to future linesā¦
I sit, casting a maze
of stars
across the night sky,
darkness lifting,
cold further meltingā¦
I sit, calling my ancestors
to the lodge,
to the lines aflame,
sparks rising up
to meet the stars,
darkness further lifting
as their lines leave mineā¦
To find peace
in the night,
light comes
to the world
I am becomingā¦
Ā
The unworded fear
abates ā
life no longer lives
beyond the horizon,
I pray for
light of day
light of life
and find strengthā¦
Sun is rising,
I was
always
alive...
Ā
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Comments
A brill metaphoric poem wow! Imaginative and i always find embers so poetic. Kudos!
plz also read and comment my new poem too.
A fabulous work John, I love that word...
'feardreamimg'...never heard it before but it resonates with me...x
Yes, I couned the feardreaming to "celebrate" a series of nightmares (night's herd will be the next one coming up...) inner lodge work helos (a trick my wife taught me: imagine you are in a lodge, sitting at a tabke and you invite all sort of representations of yourself (inner child the angry one, the 14 year old hurting etcetera) and let them one by one say what they feel...) This time I had to call some ancestors (lost twins too..) for throwing karma patterns into my life... The feardreaming refers to a weird thing I have, always totally unexpected, of me being a gunner on a WW2 bomberplane when I am awake or in dreams planes crashing close by... It feels like sth out of a past lifeš¢š¤š