Monday, January 16, 2012


Another response to the writing challenge from Poetic Bloomings (prompt #38):


Her love was running deep,
Brewing - slow, but steady -
Like an underwater volcano.

His was all flames and sparks,
And just as quickly cooled,               
And reduced to ashes of silver.

She will forever yearn,
Burning low and lonely,
For the untamed fire they could have shared.

(The line And just as quickly cooled was taken from a poem ‘Come-to-life’ by Barbara, photo prompt #37.)

Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur

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