Vassilis Comporozos


By The Fireplace - Poem by Vassilis Comporozos

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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

  • (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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  • Valerie Dohren (4/19/2012 11:51:00 AM)


    Enigmatic, well written. (Report) Reply

  • 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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