Fire Mosaics

A one spark for all else.

It Takes a spark

When of late time, I realize

That smallest of sparks start

Flames that scurry far away

In updrafts of fire mosaics

It tugs within my inner heart

A harness of Stoic silence

So hushed to span life’s size.

 

Reviews

[lightsong]

Sometimes the smallest thing gets bigger and bigger, sometimes the big thing fades and fades until it becomes the smallest thing, the smallest part, the smallest feeling, like it's barely exists, I think of Love and its spark reading Your words, how it stars, and how it might ends, then I think with Your last lines of one's solitude, when silence is speaking with the true value of life, and the mind is composing pieces all together to give true measure of life... profound and interesting poem, thank You*

[Sami Khalil]

Whoa! What a marvelous take on this poem. You are wise indeed. Thank you so much beloved poet and friend for all.
Waiting for your new work.

[lightsong]

Aw! You are so warmly welcome my friend!

[Sami Khalil]

::::::)))))))))

[MCS]

Always do more of what lights your soul on fire

[Sami Khalil]

So true and well articulated. Thank you so much dear poet for all. Take care.

[Sami Khalil]

"Flames that scurry far away

In updrafts of fire mosaics"

[Sami Khalil]

In any situation in life or nature to spark things and the imagination.
Some thoughts that came to me in light of California's fires.