Flame
This red flame
carries dreams within
the fire,
the glimmer –
a volcano waits to burst –
a dormant desire
***
burning balm
ignites a yearning
raging smoke
fails to sheath
the shifts that devalue love.
even souls smolder
***
its beauty
dwindles with the smoke
illusions
darken with
the flame but it whispers love!
tethers fall apart
© Balroop Singh
Inspired from Colleen’s Specific form challenge. This week’s form has been chosen by Jules and it is Shadorma. I’ve written three of them on a specific subject.
A Shadorma consists of a six-line stanza (or sestet). Each stanza is written as 3-5-3-3-7-5 for a total of 26 syllables with no set rhyme scheme.
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