he felt himself
a little mad
possessed by flame
dreaming destruction
longing for a greater
completeness
to his own ears
even his laughter
was the cackling
of a conflagration
always
when he closed his eyes
he saw the working
of the fire
rising as flame
felt the heat
of it within
he knew
that at times
he smoldered
~
Poem #510 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.
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I like this, Frank! And, it makes me think of my “Piper At The Gates Of Dawn,” portrait of Syd Barrett (a brilliant creative and founder of Pink Floyd) as he slowly went mad, consumed by his creativity while haunted by the coming conflagration that would be his fate.
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And a wonderful image in return, Arris. Thank you.
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Wonderful!
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Thank you.
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