“Burning Love” Art by Diggie Vitt
Dark Flames
lithe, fragrant blossom
death’s head lures warm, willing hearts
ghosts wander and weep
lithe, fragrant blossom
in field of compulsion’s bait
sets morbid trap; waits
death’s head lures warm life
willing hearts burn bright
night hums with dark flames
ghosts wander and weep,
incomplete, their blood salt trails
regretful shadows
The more I looked at the picture the darker the image became. Maybe it’s just my winter mood…
The form is a troiku, which is one I really like using to dig in with a concept.
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Death’s head makes too enchanting of an impression
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lol
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I really love this form Lisa and your poem is dark and truly captivating!
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Carrie thank you!
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This is excellent–I can’t even pick a favorite line. I agree about the aura of darkness. (K)
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Kerfe, thank you and I’m glad you see it.
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So lovely poem to read 🌷🙏♥️🌷happy weekend 👏😊
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Thanks much, Thattamma 🙂
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Very well written Li.
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Sadje, thank you.
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My pleasure Li
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A moth’s gotta do what she’s gotta do, I say. You hit all the mothy notes to fine effect here.
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Thank you, Shay.
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ghosts wander and weep,incomplete…. very well thought out Lisa.
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Thank you. This is as close to dark as I’ve gotten for awhile. (3 times trying to type this and getting bounced away. grrrrrrr!)
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Well you captured it.
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Pretty dark to make the ghosts shed tears. I wonder if they do?
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A note, I make a screen print and if I add brightness that often allows me to see what’s hiding in the dark. And pass it on.
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Good question, Jim. I’m not sure what you mean by that second part? Are you having trouble reading my screen?
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I love this, Lisa – and that last stanza in particular! This was my second choice… I almost selected it!
❤
David
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Thank you, David ❤
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“their blood salt trails” — Ooh!
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🙂
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This is gorgeous.
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Thank you.
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I am reminded of the long dark unbearable winters in your neighboring State of Minnesota … the moods produced were myriad, not always the best. This is a great form for your poem, your thoughts! Beautifully composed. Cheers! (Thanks for link to form.)
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Helen, thank you for your kind and thoughtful comment My pleasure on the link ❤
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These alternating and repeating phrase are all jabs to the heart, as well as bright/dark images that crowd themselves into the mind. I especially love the ghosts that wander and weep, and the blood salt trailing. Evocative and mesmerizing form.
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“jabs to the heart” is a good way of putting it. Thank you for reading.
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Your poem really echoes the mood of the image and gives it a ritualistic feel. It didn’t appear as dark to me at first but when I looked at it again, the symbolism of death is unmistakably there. Enjoyed this.
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Thanks much, Sunra.
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Deep sadness in those flames
Much love…
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for sure, Gillena 😦
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Regretful shadows is a great last line. I think there is a darkness to this image.
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Thank you. I do also! The background and flowers being burned and the way she is looking at them are all dark to me.
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You used the troiku form so well, Lisa. I see her s a dark force.
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Thank you, Sara. Me too!
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