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Orange Beauty
Light flickering unheard
yet to call it silent would be absurd
burning and twisting, molding and re-creating
so foreign yet somehow always relating.
Ashes rise from her death,
but there is still hope for another breath
just waiting and watching for another chance
to hypnotize with her seductive dance.
Smoke on the horizon, warnings in the night
letting us know that it would be alright
knowing that the destruction would be brief
but her glorious orange, beautiful beyond belief.
yet to call it silent would be absurd
burning and twisting, molding and re-creating
so foreign yet somehow always relating.
Ashes rise from her death,
but there is still hope for another breath
just waiting and watching for another chance
to hypnotize with her seductive dance.
Smoke on the horizon, warnings in the night
letting us know that it would be alright
knowing that the destruction would be brief
but her glorious orange, beautiful beyond belief.
Published 16th Dec 2023
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16th Dec 2023 7:14pm
To me, this could almost be a sequel to "The Ball" where you laughed & danced for hours among other things, lol. I liked very much how you described the decaying brilliant fire. I suppose one's life could be described in that way too.
16th Dec 2023 7:21pm
16th Dec 2023 7:25pm
'Obscure?' Ok. I thought that was what everyone was thinking, lol! And my name ain't Jude. A cryptic clue if you haven't read the book. I haven't. I just read the synopsis.;-)
16th Dec 2023 7:39pm
If you think about it, in the grand scheme of things even a mass opinion is obscure when measured amongst the universe's time and age. But I digress
16th Dec 2023 7:47pm
That surely depends on whether there's anybody else out there, right? But you knew I'd say that, lol. God, I miss Mary on these pages, don't you? Slight digression. Forgive me. :-) I will agree however on what I think you may be alluding to in that we are merely a grain of sand in this wide universe, yet we still feel so damn significant... well... I do... sometimes!
16th Dec 2023 7:54pm
I completely agree. No digression needed. Sometimes, looking up and seeing the silky expanse of her blanket, knowing it's but a mere fraction of a fraction of what's out there...yeah. i feel content with my role, knowing that like a star, my light may reach someone long after I burn out
16th Dec 2023 8:00pm
Oh no... oh no... pal. You need to reach her whilst your star is still burning bright. Fuck the romanticism. You will be no use to anyone once you've extinguished, lol.
16th Dec 2023 8:06pm
But if I can, even briefly, light someone's way, I'll have succeeded in my duty
16th Dec 2023 8:07pm
