Ablaze

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Ablaze

I am the crafter of my own destiny

I am the map-maker

The life taker,

I am the lover, the laughter and the end.

 

Watch me dance, but not too close,

I am fire, I am power.

Watch me burn.

 

All the fuel of my soul will be spent

But it will blaze so very brightly.

I will outshine the sun for a second

And then you will see

The woman the girl in me made.

 

And when I fade, when all is done

There will remain a scorch mark

Burned on your skin

As a reminder of what the day does to the night.

 

I am the woman you danced with

The girl you smiled at

I am the dawn and the dusk,

I am an eternity in one breath.

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

Narrator’s Poems (39)

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Ablaze 0
A Different Kind of Poet 3
Do You Speak Greek? 0
Dancing Away From Me 4
No Longer An Artist 2
Do not forget 1
Competition 1
To Handsome Stranger 1
Ol' Christopher Marlowe's Day 3
Foolhardy 3
Oh so softly 3
'tis oft now I wonder... 5
Free to Soar 9
Dead Filament 4
Wise Fool 4
Mispent Eternity 2
My Sanguine Knight 3
Crimson Tears 5
Condemnation of alternative expression 6
Sir Lancelot 0
In a courtyard of ages 3
From whence all verse was born: 5
Please Realize 3
Here at the end of all things 0
Enduring Eternally 1
The bank of practicality is bust: 1
They can say what they will, I disagree. 2
Poetry Should Rhyme: 5
A new age: Change 0
Fate of a Soul 2
Oh My Love... 1
Standing Still 1
Where the laburnum blossoms fall... 1
Pulling down the stars 1
New Light 1
Ignorance is not bliss... 1
The Decline 1
Is the music of the soul the song of the wind? 3
Is freedom an illusion? 1