Submissions by DanielChristensen (The Fire Elemental)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
In the beginning, there was flame and the pain of not knowing why we burn.
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What am I?
Light enwombed in darkness,
Light without heat,
World without gravity,
And when I am with you,
My shadow is more substantial than belief
I span hours in seconds,
Walk miles without feet,
And our trek together ends oft
Without memory,
At times, I gather fear,
Closer to the chest,
Than a heartbeat
At times I comfort those
Who grieve
Sometimes I tell
Truth, sometimes I
Deceive
What am I?
While you ponder it, let's catch up.
Hey,
So what brings you...
Light without heat,
World without gravity,
And when I am with you,
My shadow is more substantial than belief
I span hours in seconds,
Walk miles without feet,
And our trek together ends oft
Without memory,
At times, I gather fear,
Closer to the chest,
Than a heartbeat
At times I comfort those
Who grieve
Sometimes I tell
Truth, sometimes I
Deceive
What am I?
While you ponder it, let's catch up.
Hey,
So what brings you...
#universe
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical
580 reads
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Memoriae: Aqua, Terra, Aer, Ignis (a collaboration)
Water breaks
its neck
falling over
stone gallows
We skimmed pebbles once
imagined they were small
submarines, drowning
We drowned a clipped crow
imagined he was a blued
cot death, rising
Hands touched as we twisted bracken
into effigies of the summer departed,
and it felt like love in a silent film
where eyes forage fingers for meaning
She suggested we become kite
-no strings attached-
the breeze was strong enough
to sink the darkest secrets
...
its neck
falling over
stone gallows
We skimmed pebbles once
imagined they were small
submarines, drowning
We drowned a clipped crow
imagined he was a blued
cot death, rising
Hands touched as we twisted bracken
into effigies of the summer departed,
and it felt like love in a silent film
where eyes forage fingers for meaning
She suggested we become kite
-no strings attached-
the breeze was strong enough
to sink the darkest secrets
...
#love
#friendship
#nature
#memories
#WritingPoetry
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The High Priestess, Mourgana (a tribute)
Watchtower, daughter of aster and loam
Through doors of inner heavens,
feathered sails
Drift on tide, luminesce
In quiet vision,
Through doors of night black
And foetal fecund earth
Cored sun, of aethered web
And starlight spun
Thread,
Into passages and portals,
Glyphed upon each fingerprint
Into this seers landscape
Gaea, leaf headed spear
Drawn back to crook
Of elbow, aligned in
Constellation of the doe,
This stringed tenor of
Soul, taut
As the voice of the winged
Bow,
Sister...
Through doors of inner heavens,
feathered sails
Drift on tide, luminesce
In quiet vision,
Through doors of night black
And foetal fecund earth
Cored sun, of aethered web
And starlight spun
Thread,
Into passages and portals,
Glyphed upon each fingerprint
Into this seers landscape
Gaea, leaf headed spear
Drawn back to crook
Of elbow, aligned in
Constellation of the doe,
This stringed tenor of
Soul, taut
As the voice of the winged
Bow,
Sister...
#friendship
#spiritual
#gratitude
#admiration
#wisdom
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702 reads
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934 reads
47 Comments
Moth Halo
cloud assault
like lightning and lightning
like a box of chocolates
too much sugar in the blood
too much sugar in coffee
too many gods for faith
water falling from the sky
water falling from the sky
water that does not wait
to fall from the sky
water that doesn't stop to fall...
There were birds,
in my childhood days,
heard: swallows.
I remember them in the backyard
while he chewed what came to hand:
weeds.
Birds over my head when I was little.
I'm much older now
and the birds seem to have...
like lightning and lightning
like a box of chocolates
too much sugar in the blood
too much sugar in coffee
too many gods for faith
water falling from the sky
water falling from the sky
water that does not wait
to fall from the sky
water that doesn't stop to fall...
There were birds,
in my childhood days,
heard: swallows.
I remember them in the backyard
while he chewed what came to hand:
weeds.
Birds over my head when I was little.
I'm much older now
and the birds seem to have...
#love
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #LifeCycle
#WritingPoetry #LifeCycle
784 reads
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The Compass Points
Suddenly you find yourself
Wide open to your absence,
As the empty barrels in a half-loaded revolver
They dressed you in a hippie shawl
(Jesus fuck) even flowers in your hair,
Turned on, tuned in, dropped out
Into dream of desolate streets Millennium
Whored myself to your eulogy
‘memories will remain in the grass and rain,'
Just wanted to shake you awake and slap you
Sing you the latest Morrissey song
Was the rope your final joke
As you just hated hanging around
Cavernous low
Come speak to me in the...
Wide open to your absence,
As the empty barrels in a half-loaded revolver
They dressed you in a hippie shawl
(Jesus fuck) even flowers in your hair,
Turned on, tuned in, dropped out
Into dream of desolate streets Millennium
Whored myself to your eulogy
‘memories will remain in the grass and rain,'
Just wanted to shake you awake and slap you
Sing you the latest Morrissey song
Was the rope your final joke
As you just hated hanging around
Cavernous low
Come speak to me in the...
#love
#relationships
#death
#LifeAsAWriter
#collaboration
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Rite of the Totem
Sunlight mottled sheen on a borrowed car,
I drove to fetch your mouth to mine,
No longer exists, having fired back
From beds of earthen berm and out
Into the cosmos of colors and ice
Tails trailing a torpedo of rock, your
Eyes burning with lust premeditation,
Affixed to me with newness of
Adoration, no longer exist,
They have pressed out ten thousand
Layers of film, as years of sand and wind
Scoured away their gilding, into a face of
Untold seasons we have not
Shared, your arms have shed
Skin after skin into...
I drove to fetch your mouth to mine,
No longer exists, having fired back
From beds of earthen berm and out
Into the cosmos of colors and ice
Tails trailing a torpedo of rock, your
Eyes burning with lust premeditation,
Affixed to me with newness of
Adoration, no longer exist,
They have pressed out ten thousand
Layers of film, as years of sand and wind
Scoured away their gilding, into a face of
Untold seasons we have not
Shared, your arms have shed
Skin after skin into...
#love
#relationships
#universe
#LifeAsAWriter
#memories
617 reads
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Hey diddle diddle..
.Instead of a New Year's resolution, how about a New Year's riddle!?
In this body,
That you and I,
Reciprocally share,
I am the most vital organ,
And yet,
When breached,
The most difficult to repair.
What am I?
In this body,
That you and I,
Reciprocally share,
I am the most vital organ,
And yet,
When breached,
The most difficult to repair.
What am I?
#mystery
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DU Poetry : Submissions by DanielChristensen (The Fire Elemental)