withering silently the invisible meanderings of the mind
Dying Fire Withdrawn, gaunt and listless this life dwindles as the fire inside slowly dies. That creative fire smolders in ashes, just like a campfire as dawn approaches. Death is near and it reeks.
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can truly smell death approaching, this is so very powerful... i read it twice and i much enjoyed the read.
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Death's never far, whatever we think of it or don't. Cool one, Laura.
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That creative fire may smolder and remind you of death, but it STILL BURNS, sweet poetess friend!! *hugs* Amazing write!
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janel thanks so much for reading and enjoying this one
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always around the corner it is and it's plan is never known - thanks for reading and commenting Mir
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*hugz* thanks so much dragon for the kind words
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The dousing of one's creative fire is like Death indeed Ahh but the phoenix that rises......Divine!!!!!!!!!!! Love this power packed little piece!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Love, She.
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I'm certainly not making light of your words here when I say this, but it reminds me of my poor, vanished muse as of late! GAH! Here's to hoping she returns soon. And until then, I always find you...
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She, so very true! From the flames the muse shall rise once more. Now if only I could find that fire ... someone got a match? Thanks so much for reading and commenting!
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Traci - thanks so much for popping in and reading this one. The muse, she is as ever fickle as she is chaotic. There must be something that can entice her return, for both of us.
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Yeah, I'm about to squirt some lighter fluid on myself just to get her burnin' again. ;-) ha ha ha ha ha ha
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