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Why to wait  for that someone when you have already got you?
Why to find happiness else where when it's already inside you?
Why to be in distraught when yu are still breathing?


We humans always miss to find the infinitesimal sparks
That can light up our lives.

Open your eyes through your heart,
And,
Find those sparks.
Find it,my dear.
I thought I was like a bird safely sitting on that wire.
Foolishly thinking I could bypass your electric fire.
But I am no tightrope walker,
    So I slip
         the sparks
               cascading
                       through
                           my grip
                                bathing
                                    me in a
                                         technicolour
                                              waterfall.
Maelynn Jul 12
Your words float around me,
A charming melody-
They pay homage to my senses,
Wrap me up, and set me free;
But my heart aches of its own accord
It never leaves me be.

It reminds me of the time before,
Time spent in the dark-
But time with you jars my soul;
I've gotten back my spark.
Amanda Hawk Jul 2
Sparks, electricity
And we light up the city
Dancing along the streets
Passion is a conversation
We continue to have
With coffee afterthoughts
Our words collect like steam
Upon our eyes
And I can’t help myself
From nibbling on your name
It is your love
and mine
Together create frictions
and sparks fire
fire of joy
embers
they glow
Jace Joseph May 16
Slithering sparks slicing the darkness in two, it makes me shiver.
Off in the distance is another storm I'll have to weather,
but it's okay I'm a striver.
Because if I catch even a glimpse of that beauty,
I can stand though even the strongest storms.
Serene May 2
Sparks may fly
And fires roar
But lovers lie
And flames die
And love becomes no more
It hurts, I know
But darling please pick yourself up off the floor
Fix your crown
Don’t you dare let the glorious light you have inside
Fizzle out
The Wonder Boys
by Michael R. Burch

(for Leslie Mellichamp, the late editor of The Lyric,
who was a friend and mentor to many poets, and
a fine and evocative poet in his own right)

The stars were always there, too-bright cliches:
scintillant truths the jaded world outgrew
as baffled poets winged keyed kites—amazed,
in dream of shocks that suddenly came true . . .

but came almost as static—background noise,
a song out of the cosmos no one hears,
or cares to hear. The poets, starstruck boys,
lay tuned in to their kite strings, saucer-eared.

They thought to feel the lightning’s brilliant sparks
electrify their nerves, their brains; the smoke
of words poured from their overheated hearts.
The kite string, knotted, made a nifty rope . . .

You will not find them here; they blew away—
in tumbling flight beyond nights’ stars. They clung
by fingertips to satellites. They strayed
too far to remain mortal. Elfin, young,

their words are with us still. Devout and fey,
they wink at us whenever skies are gray.

Originally published by The Lyric. Keywords/Tags: poets, wonder boys, stars, lightning, electricity, sparks, shock, shocks, smoke, cosmos, cosmic song, celestial music, music of the spheres, Peter Pan, Neverland, flight, fly, flying, soaring, elves, elfin, magic, fey, immortal
“Duellem” (The Duel)
by Charles Baudelaire
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Two combatants charged!
                                             Their fearsome swords
brightened the air with fiery sparks and blood.
Their clashing blades
                                       clinked odd serenades
reminding us: youth’s inspired by overloud love.

But now their blades lie broken, like our hearts!
Still, our savage teeth and talon-like fingernails
can do more damage than the deadliest sword
when lovers lash about with such natural flails.

In a deep ravine haunted by lynxes and panthers,
our heroes roll around in a cozy embrace,
leaving their blood to redden the colorless branches.
This abyss is pure hell; our friends occupy the place.

Come, let us roll likewise here, cruel Amazon,
let our hatred’s ardor never be over and done!

Keywords/Tags: Baudelaire, translation, French, duel, combatants, duelists, swords, sparks, blood, blades, hearts, teeth, blood, talons, lynxes, panthers, abyss, hell, Amazon, hatred, ardor, furor, passion, fury, anger
Abi Mar 30
And I felt as though I was burning from the inside out,
Choking on thick, black smoke while my mind began to fill with the ashes of what I once was.

Then he showed up and soothed my scorching soul all the while igniting something else. Something much deeper, that would hurt much more had be chose to blow it out.
Love...

Thankfully, mercifully, I thought, he decided to let me burn, but for too long. I began to sizzle out. For when the same spark finally caught  fire in him, the bonfire that was once ablaze in me was reduced to nothing more than a charred pile of memories..
This piece is over three years old and I hope to be posting a revised version, hence the title.
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