The Fire Inside Her

The fire inside her,

Once but a tiny spark -

Brought the promise of hope

And spread smiles all around.

 

The fire inside her

Grew into a playful flame -

Dancing and leaping up

To go meet the golden sun.

 

The fire inside her

Became a roaring blaze -

Fiery passion burning in her heart,

Guiding her through unfamiliar ways.

 

The fire inside her

Then mellowed to a gentle glow -

Warm, tender, protecting her

From the darkness so hollow.

 

The fire inside her

Has now begun to flicker -

Making her old hands quiver

But willing her to keep going.

 

The fire inside her

Will burn out soon enough;

Become ashes and dust

And glory days of the past.

 

An Untrodden Path – Random Haiku Poems

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An untrodden path,

two shy feet slowly approach.

Lo! A crowded street.

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Twinkling mist rolling

through the valley of murmurs.

The howl of a hound.

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               Three withered brown leaves,

               A trail of ants heading home.

               The first drop of rain.

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Strange winds blow sometimes,

From strange lands to unravel

a dandelion.

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                              It is fall again;

                             Still she weeps at the altar

                             each Sunday morning.

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Which one are you today?

 

 

 

 

To be honest, I am a glass half full kind of person. To be even more honest, I am not. But I keep trying. Most days I feel enormously insignificant but once in a while, when I am least expecting it, I manage to knock off the dreary ‘in’ and feel enormously significant. 

 

Which one are you today?