What Price The Flame.

The ember still burns dormant
Within a lovers breast
A spark within a barren place
Still waiting to invest
Surrounded by discordent winds
That tease and beckon forth
The warmth of self protection
Now a barrier to the course
The ache that tightens daily
To constrict whats held within
The bricks of pain laid one by one
Bleed tears along its rim
Yet the ember still burns dormant
And dark shadows still are cast
As it flickers in a lovers breast
To become a flame at last.



Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2006-10-31 at 10:36

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Kathy Lockhart
Graham you have stopped my heart and taken my breath with this poem. I feel it intensely. It is bookmarked and in my favorites.
2006-10-31