Vassilis Comporozos

By The Fireplace - Poem by Vassilis Comporozos

Flames in the fireplace.
Hands that touched them, got burnt
but now know their heat.

Flames having no power
over me, unlike wild dreams
never to be fulfilled.

A little log untouched
by fire. Like a soul who braved
the world and won.

Smoke rising aloft.
Eyes that follow it, breaking
free from gravity.

Comments about By The Fireplace by Vassilis Comporozos

  • Rookie - 94 Points Aman Arora (9/8/2013 2:59:00 PM)

    Once again, bravo! Read it 4-5 times to get the metaphor. Beautiful words. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 4,678 Points Valerie Dohren (4/19/2012 11:51:00 AM)

    Enigmatic, well written. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 4,112 Points Diane Hine (2/26/2012 4:51:00 PM)

    Interesting musings. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 21, 2011

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