Confused Flames

Flames wonder where to go,

They toss and turn at night.

The brilliant sky they once behold

of futures burning bright.

 

They show a dance

of none other.

Will there be a chance?

of other notions

taught to glance,

and futures that don't smother.

 

A wierd tale is made if this

a heart's abiding mate.

Yet when we take this final kiss,

none other words can wait.

 

The lustrous metal

takes it's turn.

Yet this explains nothing?

It shows of others

thoughts gave flight,

and my mind like a kite.

Reviews

[xXx]

when i begin to read or listen i build a picture in my mind of the content to understand, visually, the content .. i see words as shapes, colors on hearing and reading them .. from these shapes, colors, abstract images, motions i can associate meaning, understanding from another voice.

this piece delicately trips across the tips of flames and ends in a comparison "and my mind like a kite" .. one can never know what the writer was intending to say .. the intake of this write for myself is SO COMPLETE in thought by a "transport" of a Flame to Self with a mediator of Metal .. From Flame to Self in similar reference, comparison.. my mind is in total synchronization with these words forming a complete thought that i will have to say this is one of the best writes i've come across so far on WC.

this is also to say that the writer never knows how a work will impact a reader .. i am put into a sense of ease in reading this.

[Y.F.]

Well after reading it a few times, it seams that the first part of the poem, up until the last stanza, is some sort of metaphor about 2 lovers, whose love has an unknown fate, or at least it is unknown until they kiss.
The second part is sort of a metaphor built upon this metaphor, where the writer actually gets high off of this love.
Some things about the grammar and punctuation seem off, but maybe they're meant to be this way, considering the character of this piece.
I've enjoyed reading it. :)