the memory of fire

Hyacinth garden



the memory of fire

an impression
of passion

could it burn again


like a thigh softly smooth and loving

here her limbs finish with sustenance

spread in liquid dreaminess


endless silvered blue are minerals

burnt to finest powder

silky deep dust
enhanced to

smooth charcoal
no fear remains


or as a finger

feels curve  of rounded  breast

held in lively recollection
of what once was

to a finer stillness

so tenderly
floating in the past

with smoky black and gray


when embers die

and no spark remains

is there a

 memory of fire


could it burn again


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a.griffiths57's picture

    What a beautiful sultry



What a beautiful sultry poem, full of sutulty and charm. Powerful words evoking strong images. A very interesting read, also very emotional.

bishu's picture

A good piece Mr Dylan !!

A good piece Mr Dylan !! ~ Your Devil-not-in-disguise friend~



9inety's picture

thank you

glad that I was able to portray something to produce an emotion so deep...



"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"

Dylan Eliot

nightlight1220's picture

Oh beautiful soul you are. I

Oh beautiful soul you are. I love this. 


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "