photo ©Erika Burkhalter

Poems on Fire

That moment…

When it flows,
and you know
it is right,
and you don’t have to
fight
with the muse…

When you’re on fire,
hearing words from
somewhere higher
than this mortal plane…

And you sigh,
and feel complete,
and settle back in your seat…

And you set your work aside
to contemplate a name.

…and then

the candle!

You’ve,
literally,
set your poem aflame!

And you dash to the sink
and you think…

Will I ever find those words again?

Note to self — no more candles on the desk!

If you enjoyed this piece you might enjoy reading the poem that actually burned and was resurrected:

The Song of Creation

Poem and photo ©Erika Burkhalter. All rights reserved.