Double-Edged Flames


Art is,

Less a way for me to express

More of a life support

The only way

My heart keeps beating


But my fingers have stopped moving

The pen has run dry

The paper, mere ashes

Heart beats,




By Daphne Shadows



Filed under Not that Kind of Poetry

4 responses to “Double-Edged Flames

  1. Gwen Hardage-Vergeer

    This happens
    from time to time;
    ashes must be swept away
    and despite your labored breathing,
    and certainty of coming doom,
    stare at the empty table
    or maybe out the window, at a tree
    until your breaths come evenly, softly.
    Then take out a single sheet
    of blank paper,
    full of possibilities.
    -Gwen (last idea courtesy of my favorite musical, Stephen Sondheim’s “Sunday in the Park with George,” which you might enjoy)

  2. Daphne,

    Clueless (not unusual for a guy) as to what to say. What you wrote is heart-piercingly beautiful. But I am afraid it shows real pain, so I go back to my initial response of “clueless ” as to how to be of help…but will be thinking happy thoughts ๐Ÿถ


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