Flames,
of orange and red
flicker, twist, dip, and bow in
a mysterious
counterpoint dance
tiptoeing on edge as
music orchestrates
in staccato fashion
crackles, pops, and snaps
punctuate the ancient dance
mesmerizing human eyes.
This is my newest poem which explores the literal world and the inner world in two separate stanzas.
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Heather Hancock - Author, Editor, Ghostwriter 