Category: Talking to the Flame

The Scent of Ink – A Poem

I walk inside myself until I reach its resting place. It looks as it always has, timeless but aged nonetheless. I run my hand along its stone rim, feeling its warmth. I hear the voices whispering. I look down into the darkness of the… Continue Reading “The Scent of Ink – A Poem”

Who I Had Become – A Poem

I hadn’t been through the suitcase for some time. It had sat forgotten in my storage locker. I unzipped it and found many forgotten items. Among them was an engagement ring that a man from my past had given Its shine was gone, its… Continue Reading “Who I Had Become – A Poem”

Bus Guru – A Poem

He sat on bus in the front seats. He had his legs crossed, and thus he had three seats to himself. He had long, shaggy black hair and he wore sandals on his feet that were falling apart. Even from my seat, he smelled… Continue Reading “Bus Guru – A Poem”

A Joy All Her Own – A Poem

They greeted each other like old friends. They sat in the front of the bus and I was only a seat away from them. The woman spoke first, the smile on her face giving joy to her voice. She motioned to the man as… Continue Reading “A Joy All Her Own – A Poem”

Elemental Man – A Poem

You are the sun to me, bright like Fire. Every time I look into your eyes, my world is brighter and filled with light. You are the wind to me Every time you speak my name, it’s like a soft breeze caressing my face.… Continue Reading “Elemental Man – A Poem”