Poetry 'n Prose

Friction Spark

I feel a friction spark
The reaches of the soul
A glinting at the dark
Horizons of its whole

I sense it with my heart
A pulse in embryo
An echo of a start
A bubble from below

It might not flare for us
It might not catch and take
Yet it is there and thus
It’s potentially awake

Its phosphorus breath
And nascent clarity
New life within the death
Of endless possibility

It is so frail, so pure
So tenuously bright
It trembles like a tear
And shivers in the light.

By 67paintings

A dialectical site of poetry, painting and the odd musical excursion into the unknown.

3 replies on “Friction Spark”

the beginning of romance is what I feel…
romancing life, dancing in the rain, playing in the sun
I like the endless possibilities your thoughts bring to the surface…
Take Care…

Ah yes! To make it catch, it needs hope and love. Fear snuffs it out. Fear of the unknown, fear of the dark… fear of the new.
To accept it, with love and forgiveness, will fan it to life.

Stay well!

more soon…

When we feel the spark, to be within and allow it to enlighten us then the possibilities that are limitless. I think this was Shakespeare’s legacy, I really do.
More soon…

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