Saturday, April 21, 2018

Phoenix



Is it a dream?

Those nights when I morph into
a scarlet phoenix

rising from ash
riding the thermals 
high into the heavens

Shedding tears
to sooth the desolate
giving hope to multitudes
whose quandary it is to foresee.

Unceasing in empathy
compassion filling the void

onward and upward
to the sun

kindled to ash

beginning again



Ellecee






 Inspired by today's prompt from

imaginary garden with real toads

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10 comments:

  1. How awesome of you playing the changeling and ushering hope where you go

    Luv this myth LC

    Much🌼love

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  2. I got some great visuals from this and some heart warming lines


    Unceasing in empathy
    compassion filling the void

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  3. I too love this myth. Such a lovely symbol for you to choose.

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  4. This is my new favorite from your poems, Linda!💜 Sigh.. I could dwell in those closing lines forever!😍

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  5. Sounds like you really know the path of the wounded healer.

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  6. No, a glorious vision – and even more splendid in reality, despite the inevitable burnouts.

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  7. Begin again. Beautiful

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  8. The Phoenix is a great example of being.

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