Just for a moment
my hair was on fire
and just for a moment
orange flames
rose from me
and just for a moment
I knew what it was
to be candle—
even now I can see it
beside my face,
how before I was afraid
I thought, how beautiful.
December 31, 2019 by Rosemerry
Just for a moment
my hair was on fire
and just for a moment
orange flames
rose from me
and just for a moment
I knew what it was
to be candle—
even now I can see it
beside my face,
how before I was afraid
I thought, how beautiful.
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged fire, light, poem, poetry | 3 Comments
wow, and may it only be a dream … Because the ouch that follows the beauty is … well … perhaps an aspect of being a candle that may be more than one bargained for …
Yeah, it was for real. But it didn’t last long!
OY! I hope everything that needed to grow back, did … 😉
Happy 2020!