He gazed into his blazing fire,
As tears formed in his eyes,
The flames licked higher,
Laughing as he drowned in his demise.
The once young yellow flame
Matured with an orange hue,
Became RED with thoughts of her name.
“I expected more from the likes of you.”
As rage set in, the fire began to sing
A serenade for all his tears.
You think you’re sad, well, here is the thing,
No one really cares.
The fire died down; he bowed his head in shame,
There was nothing more to be said,
The embers glowed, his heart the same
Both a brilliant and deep RED.
Till next time,
Calvin
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Calvin London
I write fiction, non-fiction and poetry about all things weird and wonderful, past and present. Life is full of different things to spark your imagination. All you have to do is embrace it - join me on my journey.
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My Grandmother's clock (Haiku)
My grandmother’s clock A silent tick tock, tick tock, Nothing more to say. **** [Author's note: I just caught up with Elli's challenge, and when I saw the prompt, I immediately thought of my inherited grandmother's clock (pictured above). It is a very old traveller's clock that her mother used. I had it restored a couple of years ago, and recently have been wrestling with it to get it set to tell the right time. It reminds me of her - always silently watching (it has no chime). and always doing things on her time.
By Calvin London9 months ago in Poets
Comments (5)
Red with the thoughts of her name is a wonderful line!
I felt so sad for him. Loved your poem!
Fantastic 😊
Fabulous ✍️🏆🏆🏆
Intriguing poem with its various colours… with red starring.