Say we can meet
in the astral place,
then I can travel
deaths dark corridoor
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I'll know I'm safe in spirit and night will pass into beams of brightness. The chariot, and the wheels of flame that warms. tender expressions. envisioning the death and resurrection. thank you. liked it very much and voted it 10.
When I clicked on this poem I was very curious about the role DARK FIRE would take. And I was surprised and heartened by the subtle arrival of the chariot with the understated presence of divine power and/or love.Earlier this summer I read again D. H. Lawrence's SHIP OF DEATH, which he wrote to prepare for his own death. Very existential. Your poem joins a noble company.
Sally this is a very beautiful and tender expression. Reading it makes me feel warm. I wanted to say, it makes me want to hug you. There... I've said it.
Such a beautiful poem Sally. Being one with the universe in permanence, superb
To travel death's dark corridor with dignity and grace is a striking oxymoron. I have a passion for works that go beyond the physical.
Really love this. a great poem. I will forever ride the astral plane. A great write.
Seeing the title 'A Dark Fire, ' I immediately thought of Nabokov's 'Pale Fire, ' a title derived from Shakespeare. Wondering if there might be any coincidental smilarities, I noticed there were. Did you ever read that novel?
Thankyou for your interest. I never have read the novel you mention.I am curious now. P’raps I should.
This is so beuatifully written - i love it. Fantastic poet - SG xo
A nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing it with us. E.K.L.
Travelling deaths corridoor the dark fire spares you to become a born again christian...seems it was in the stars......enjoyed...regards
'll know I'm safe in spirit and night will pass into beams of brightness..... high personified views about love... i liked it very much good composition too...10
I can travel deaths dark corridoor with some dignity and grace. So high a personality we need to challenge the life also. Life to greet death with no submission rather if it appears to address me, it should have to know man is a highest and finest creature made by nature to whom death itself have to be submissive and to be bowed with showering honour and dignity. Tough your writing and the poem should be honoured as a human-art in the expansion of such a hollow surroundings of the universe. Regards, 10 I vote if machine receives Apoet Bangla
I Thankyou, , Pranab, for your involved response. Very much appreciated.
this poem is awesome....you take the reader to another space in time, another dimension. And it's full of such poignancy, and of hope-I just love this poem of yours!
‘…with its wheels of flame, //I shall be warmed, //and then I'll live again.’ Wheels of flame nice imagery …excellent finish … enjoyed… 10+ Ms. Nivedita UK
A sweet poem. Love can enlighten the darkest corners of mind and the heart can feel its warmth. A true worship of heart. CP
sweet chariot should pass me with its wheels of flame, I shall be warmed, and then I'll live again....as it enlightens the soul onto the eternity by resurrection as passion when resilient, and heart awes by gleams of flame radiating.....wonderful versing by imagery and metaphors with ingenuity, +++, thanks for sharing
A dark fire that makes one live again is well explained in brief.
More like a bright fire in the dark corridors of death....thats as dark as it can get...A brooding one.. Cheers. Subroto
Beautiful and charming.
Thankyou, Julia. I always appreciate your comments.