faded glitter

Below the ash the embers still burn as the passion of the night cools. From yonder gazes a longing seduction... It knows the flame needs new breath to burn... Closer she comes and long smoldering sparks arise once more with the moon...She will return dear

thank you Tim for such a poetically beautiful comment.. love Crim

While I disagree that your poetry has turned to ash, I recognise an uninspired feeling.  I love your writing.  Keep at it, it is always at your fingertips.  Thank you for this write as it is good to feel I am not alone:)

thank you dearest Mel for understanding no you are not alone.. love Crim

I am grateful for coming in contact with you.
You write the kind of poetry which consumes me.

Thank you.

aw Jerry thank you my dear friend as I am gifted with you.. love Brenda

Your words are still a long way from the ash heap, and if you lack inspiration it doesn't show, Lady Crim.  I haven't been feeling galvanized myself lately but I try to keep scribbling.  You continue to astonish, so maybe your glitter will one day turn to gold.

thank you dearest Sir Crow just been feeling off beat as of late.. love Crim

Love this write, my friend! The thing about NaPo is that it teaches you that no matter what is or how you feel, there is always poetry.

thank you yes indeed lovely lady there always poetry.. love Brenda

This is beautifully expressive.  The imagery spot on.  I think you're just recharging.  You'll come back even more incandescent than before.  Seems to be a lot of that going on around us lately.  May your glimmer rise again quickly, dark angel

thank you beautiful one for such a lovely comment.. love Crim

Brenda.. you'll never burn out.. you're the shining star.. love you always..






Dave

thank you Dave I love you :) xo Brenda

unfortunately, I AM that Star ...
excellent, my Queen ...

oh dearest Dark Queen you will forever shine bright in my skies.. love you.. xo Brenda

And out of the ash she will rise, born anew.
Poetry comes, finding us when our backs are turned.
Or..... perhaps it never left?

Beautiful, even now...

thank you lovely Kasai yes a very wise and uplifting thought.. love Crim

poem of fading glory, Crim, like that shooting star;
Edna St. Vincent Millay, whose candle burned at both ends,
said 'it makes a lovely light.'  ...

thank you John for a beautifully poetic comment.. love Crim

There those that can only wish they could
write a 'burnt out' piece such as this n there are those who exhale, n this is simply a 'jotting' of passing thought...
Thanks for jotting your thoughts Crim, it helps to know just how truly gifted you really are :)

aw Poe I love you so much I cherish your thoughts.. love Crim

i portend that 'grit & bite' are the ingredients of great poetry...viva la pen! nice job.

thank you Poetrician yes you are right they do indeed make wonderful poetry.. love Crim

My Beautiful Brenda, the first stanza alone has a flavor which can be tasted like iron...right from the first line as teeth sunk into my bottom lip...the day you don't shine is one I can never imagine...even in this plea the star in you shines ever bright...blinding in its eloquence and grace only to burn images of the same into my soul...

So much love for you beautiful one!

Love Taryn xoxo

thank you graciously beautiful one it's you that shines tirelessly showing me love and encouragement.. I love you with a passion! xo Brenda