“Poem to a four word prompt”

 

        Last weekend during a women’s “Wintry Mix” art retreat, we studied the element fire. We drew four slips of paper from a paper bag as it was passed around. Mine read:

bonfire          campfire           passion          comfort 

I wrote this poem using my four words, while observing a burning votive candle for awhile. Give that process a try! Here’s to writing more in 2020!

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Passion

She wore her passion

bright as a bonfire,

her eyes dancing wildly

like flickering flame.

Oh no you don’t,

she affirmed.

No longer will I smile passively

like the Southern Belle you honed,

holding back my thoughts

in deference to your own.

Come, she offered.

Join me here by the campfire I’ve built for all.

For all.

For, all are welcome at my campfire,

warmth,

like love,

melting all over the land,

forgiving all transgressions,

especially my own.

Come.

Come sit with me in the comfort of stillness, silence,

no words,

no judgement,

just the crackling of heart openings.

Our flames quiver,

 merge,

 stretch upward,

 outward,

playfully,

joyfully,

until our campfire

settles easily into a cozy, steady, mesmerizing source

of comfort, warmth,

connection.

Namaste.