Though Passions Still Yearn Deeply to Ignite
By Shawn R. Jones
A yellow flame pops wood throughout the night.
Orange cinders on the steel grate burn to ash.
A golden dancer hurls shadows too fast
For music to accompany her flight;
Charred feet give out before the fire’s light.
Her smoldering toe shoes she has to stash
Away in the tin urn with all her past,
Though passions still yearn deeply to ignite.
A craving blazes wildly for applause.
A formless flash of colors are aglow,
Red, purple, blue, orange, violet, and yellow.
From flames that scorch and singe behind brick walls
A trapped inferno must decide to make
Smoke-filled creation’s most wondrous of shapes.
Photo by Shawn R. Jones 2011
I love how you created a deep meaning with colors of a flame. In the beginning, the way you split and breath life into each of them was sensational.
Thank you, Uzoma. Every now and then I try to write a sonnet lol My goal is be great at writing them someday : )
Beautiful poem,Shawn. It is well-written and filled with imagery.
Thank you : ) I plan on revising it a a later date, esp the second stanza. Your encouragement means so much.
beautiful 🙂
Thank you : )
beautiful lines 🙂
Thank you : )