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| Image courtesy Dusty Bee |
The Phoenix
There sits a dull grey pile of ash
created from a blazing fire
which sprung forth from a brilliant flash.
How many times can he expire
and then somehow be born again?
There sits a dull grey pile of ash
created from a blazing fire
which sprung forth from a brilliant flash.
How many times can he expire
and then somehow be born again?
Still, we watch for his bright plumage.
The question is not how, but when
he’ll arise from cindered tomb-age.
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The above Goethe Stanza poem was written in response to a prompt from Poets United Think Tank Thursday. The theme was 'fire.'
RJ nice! I love the form. It is always a treat to come here and see what you have written. Not just your words, but the different forms you
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Pamela
Pamela - thanks! I really love experimenting with poetic form (and rhyme, of course!) But it would seem you and I are a mutual admiration society of two! ☼
ReplyDeleteNope, make that three! Beautifully written, with wonderful images! Happy to have you aboard at Poets United!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Poets United! ♥
ReplyDeleteRJ, I love the rhythm in your voice and the promise of hope! Well Done~
ReplyDeleteBeautifully done! The thought of the phoenix rising from the ashes never gets old - always inspires! I especially love "the question is not how but when he'll arise from cindered tomb-age.
ReplyDeleteOooh, what a positive and hopeful image you left me with! Nice writing. :-)
ReplyDeleteElla - thank you!
ReplyDeleteSherry Blue Sky - thanks. As soon as I thought of 'fire', the words and images just started running through my head.
ReplyDeleteSusannah - your kind words are very much appreciated! ☼
ReplyDeleteThe Phoenix embodies hope, we never live up hope! She arises from the flame....thanks
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