a rekindled fire

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a fire-play —

temptation, orange, blue,
many dawn colored hues,
rise with its remaining sighs
before my shuttered eyes,

gate-crashing the portal for
a bite-sized world,

lives enmeshed, unfolded
and tread upon, within
a singular blanket
of agony, of warmth.

days rising and setting
(the sea abounding
calmness) —

one page folded, two picked apart
to take control over the command

for a rekindled fire — scarlet,
sinful, still,

in tomorrow’s land –
singing my hair to a crisp,
narrow-tread – spiraling
higher and higher.

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Some obtrusive rhyme there — I still feel awkward using them unless in a form. I have admired Ferlinghetti’s usage though; would try to be less out-there next time. For now, it works for me.
Linking it up with the Tuesday Platform at With Real Toads
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To become Fire

my heart has begun to rhyme,
it’s committed the solemn crime
to begin the walk taken alone,
stepping on land that moans
with every blink of yellow eyes,
I’m finding stars that never rise,
I am in the wilderness of desire,
I am reaching out to become fire.

touch me where it hurts the most,
I am ready to pay all the costs,
there is no meaning to the sea
that perspires in moments of glee,
I am sea foam, salted with desire,
I am reaching out to become fire,
that pardons none and forgives all
I am giving away to you my soul.

my heart has begun to rhyme,
it’s blossoming with dirt and grime,
there is no penitentiary for lust,
it is the fuel that never combusts,
the journey ends where it begins,
innocence dead, the demons win,
I am lost in wilderness of desire,
I am reaching out to become fire.

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Written in consideration of dVerse Poetics where we are writing octets. I did not follow the syllable structure. I was reading Bilbo’s Last Song (At The Grey Havens) by J.R.R Tolkien, written in three octets. So, I came up with this verse which can be called vulgar in comparison to Tolkien’s verse. But that is what I am. Vulgar. 😀
I haven’t been writing much lately but for some empty verses which I scribble on the book that I am reading. I hope that you have not forgot me already.

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Nagoshi Haiku

paper lanterns hung

lighting hearts with a sweet hope

a reverent night

~

parades and fireworks

dance along with soothing breeze

farewell summer days

~

the layers of sins

shed at the end of summers

awakening soul

~

year half gone, half left

smile, celebrate nagoshi

chew guava candies

*Written in response of Carpe Diem # 231.