"writing poetry, starts in my soul, flows through my heart, up to my head, then it's out of my hands"
Friday, 11 January 2013
The Passion Pot
-The Passion Pot-
This passions pot in fiery hearth,
awakens to delight,
to find the coals of loves sweet art,
ablaze within this night;
Rekindled from the ashen grave,
the phoenix rises brightly,
and soars into resplendent days,
two hearts conjoin'd sprightly;
The butterflies regale in dance,
within this womb of love,
an opiated supple trance,
descending from above;
To shower both entwin'd souls,
with blessings and with mirth,
to gambol over blue bell knolls,
in celebrated rebirth.
Sweet petalled joy of passions gift,
rejoice in loves light wings made swift.
© Richard Michael Parker 2012
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