Thread: The Jewel

The Jewel

There is this cave
In the air behind my body
That nobody is going to touch:
A cloister, a silence
Closing around a blossom of fire.
When I stand upright in the wind,
My bones turn to dark emeralds.

James Wright

Hey there, great poem Who I Am. I love the imagery.

You should post some more!

Dancing with the flames

a fiery gypsy’s dance –


Fire in our hearts, fire in the trees,

fire on the sky…


Touched with fire

we want to catch the flames....


Dancing with the flames

we feel the rainbow fire,

we feel the fire’s warmth,

we see the fiery lady

dancing with the gypsys

so magical, so dangerous…


We feel the breath of fire’s world,

we feel the spirit of the fire,

we hear the rhapsody

of the fire’s wild flames…

(KrystynaMaria Postawa)