A tiny flittering flame
Sheltered in the hollow
Of my palm.
My face seems not the same
Warm and radiant
And utterly calm.
A circle of light
In the dark environs
Repelling all my fears.
The breeze is slight
As I step outside
The music seems so near.
The gale which comes
Fans the flame to fire
Scorching singing heat
My legs turn numb
Couldn’t move on
Nor could I retreat.
And as I bore
The fire and heat
This promise I made to me
Like amorphous ore
That melts and hardens
Just so, would I have to be.
nadirafromkannur 
liveonimpulse
May 12, 2011 at 8:26
Wow Nadira.. fell in love with your poetry ..wish I could write like you!!
BUTTERFLIES OF TIME
May 11, 2011 at 8:26
A promise difficult to make, even more so to keep! loved the comparison with the amorphous ore–admire the restraint in the tone of the poem while its flow really makes one want to just let go.
dreamingthruthetwilight
May 11, 2011 at 8:26
Grateful to you for your consistent encouragement:-)
brenda w
May 10, 2011 at 8:26
This is a wonderful piece. The end rhymes are subtle, and work well to echo sound through the poem. The final stanza is my favorite. It strikes a deep chord. Thank you.
dreamingthruthetwilight
May 11, 2011 at 8:26
Thank you Victoria. Do keep visiting:-)
dreamingthruthetwilight
May 11, 2011 at 8:26
Thanks dear Brenda. Glad that you could relate to it.
Victoria
May 10, 2011 at 8:26
This is stunning–beautiful writing, great rhyme and flow.
brokenpenwriter
May 10, 2011 at 8:26
I love it when someone introduces me to a word that I don’t know the meaning of. I looked up amorphous after reading this poem, not quite understanding the full intention of this poem. Then I discovered that amorphous means not defined in a particular shape; in geology, it refers to an ore that does not conform to an identifiable crystal, but finds its own shape, like lava that cools in a lump or a pool. Then I went back to read the poem again – and oh my! What a difference!
My first reading of the poem left me intrigued with its form of rhyme at the end of triplets. Then in my second reading I saw the deeper message – the awareness of innocent flame that wind-stoked, becomes threatening, just as life seems safe and steady, a gust of circumstance suddenly threatens every fibre of our being and we stand rooted in fear. Finally the realization that in knowing our true nature, we can adopt the shape that hardens to wind and keeps us intact and safe.
Using a word that means lack of form inside a poem that submits to rules of structure was absolutely brilliant. The more I study this piece, the deeper it takes me on an inner journey and the more beauty I find. This is Wonder-ful poetry, Nadira. It grows and teaches with each reading.
dreamingthruthetwilight
May 11, 2011 at 8:26
Thank you most graciously for giving so much of detailed attention to what I had written. I guess that’s a page from our lives many would identify with. Trials big or small , when it is a personal, first hand experience , assumes earth shattering importance to each of us. How we deal with it..that’s where the choices come in, I guess.
dreamingthruthetwilight
May 10, 2011 at 8:26
I’m thrilled that you are continuing to read my posts. Thanks a lot:-)
P C JAIN
May 10, 2011 at 8:26
A beautiful expression of human emotion. thanks for sharing