Starting a Fire with Ink from My Pen

It started with a fire
built with young leaves
and the ink from my pen.
Whether it is your fault or my own,
our lives are intertwined
in the flame.
Still, the breath of our moon
carries a message
to us both;
never offer up the slightest wave
of shame.

Calling from the ground is the rain
that found the wind
that blew paper from my hands.
A wind that practiced
the religion of picking up pieces
of broken hearts
and throwing them back down,
only to kiss their cries
with a stampede
of what they cannot understand.

A well thought out plan started out
with a fire built
with young leaves
and the ink from my pen.
It is not your fault,
nor is it mine.
If we can we ever stop listening
to the winds
that kiss the cries of our broken hearts,
from the flame, we would come
unentwined.

Author's Note

Artist Michael Cheval

Reviews

[Derek S.Keck]

It started with a fire
built with young leaves
and the ink from my pen.
Whether it is your fault or my own,
our lives are intertwined
in the flame.


These lines carry a weight of meaning for me. It sort of reminisces, in my mind, that first love your speaker has never forgotten, that love that you could almost say was built on mutual personal vanity and childhood romanticisms, yet, the events of that love continued on even though the love may not have; something esoteric and eternal to human understanding. Your second stanza is genius.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Amazing how two people can connect with a simple sentence. I really like this part...

If we can we ever stop listening
to the winds
that kiss the cries of our broken hearts,

to me that suggests two people who listen to one another's needs.

[InkSlinger]

Oh that damn cold wind, chasing us from heartache to heartache again..

Flawless imagery, graceful in it's flow!

[Birdman313]

I like this poem alot especially the line that says
it started with a fire built with young leaves
those words brings me back to home town in autumn

[?]

Beautiful and picture to match.
I am always in awwwwwwww with your work dear. I do love how you write.
Such talent.
It started with a fire
built with young leaves
and the ink from my pen.
Whether it is your fault or my own,
our lives are intertwined
in the flame.

[Liza]

stunning image
the sensual piece matched
the chains of reaction to inspiration of a pen
Is like fire, a spark within triggered by our attention
Spilling perceptions and finding a form of connection

[Kat Collins]

Fascinating. You write so beautifully. You paint a lush, vivid picture with the song of your words. I'm always in awe, Neva.

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

Luxurious is what came to me as I read this awesome piece..lovely :)

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oh Wow, i totally loved the picture, the write is amazing as well. I loved this Neva.

[Enigma]

Exceptional imagery and metaphors. Brimming with passion. Loved it!

[Ruth]

Neva, only you could make something this touching so emotive! You pen and heart spill forth a hurricane of emotion! I find so much within your poetry, so much! I walk away smiling and admiring :)
xoxo