A Waterfall of sparks

Location

India

The words I wrote about her on a glossy paper,

are now lost into the infinite ashes.

I should have listened to them,

They told me she is no less than a fire.

 

I searched through the ashes,

To find a teeny part of my secluded heart.

I found nothing but a souvenir,

Of our long walk in a garden full of bushes.

 

We had walked and talked and talked,

I had talked too much but said too little.

I had noticed her through the corner of my eyes,

She had heard too much but listened too little.

 

But I knew she was no campfire,

All light and heat for a night,

And willing to be left after.

She was something more, something bright.

 

She was like a hearthfire, not too attractive

But enough alluring to woo a man.

Underneath she was like a warm red coal,

That burns for a long, long while.

 

Call me a fool or an imbecile,

But she was like a waterfall of sparks,

Pouring off the edge of an iron held by an enchantress

Falling into my hollow heart and melting it.

 

 

 

 

Comments

S.zaynab.k

A creative awesome sensational poem wow. A bit paradoxical, enhancing poetic effects and story. Kudos for the poetry.

 

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