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Friday, 6 February 2026

Remembrance of the fire

Prompt for Poets and Storytellers United is indifference/ love           
















Remembrance of the Fire

The spirits of the misfits
drifts beneath passing clouds
hiding their light
where the air grew indifferent
forgetting they once burned like fire

Their sparks of passion
brushing the edge of dreams
releasing a faint fragrance
as a wisp of smoke rises

Slowly the sky pauses,
listens
a soft recognition
remembering the aroha*
that lived as a forgotten star
in the shadowed sky

The uncovered light
ignites the break of a bud
and winter departs
from the branches of the tree

It is the moment when truth,
unclothed and unafraid,
finally steps into the open,
warming the landscape
with the colours of shared flame.


*Aroha: love ( Maori ) ❤️


17 comments:

  1. “Truth, unclothed and unafraid.” A rare commodity these days.

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  2. ...and that maple is indeed on fire.

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  3. "A soft recognition remembering the aroha" is a lovely reminder that indifference can change back to caring given some patience and time. :)

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  4. Your "uncovered light" verse start worked so well as I see it.

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  5. Good for the name's fit too

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  6. I love the use of contrasting colours to fit contrasting moods - a wonderfully constructed poem - Jae

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  7. It is the moment when truth,
    unclothed and unafraid,
    finally steps into the open -
    Love the romanticism in this, but whose truth is it? is it your truth or mine or is it theirs!

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    1. well I believe that if you let everyone shine, also people who don't fit in, they will blossom and surprise you. Their true self will appear. You can read it differently. This way is my truth and hopefully anyone's

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  8. That rememberance can help us hold on until the light returns again

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  9. 'Ahora.
    that lived as a forgotten star
    in the shadowed sky.'
    Alsof we even een herinnering - een flikkering - zien waar we vandaan komen. Ons leven een zoektocht is naar liefde. Dat we allemaal een deeltje zijn van het begin en het einde, en verbonden (kunnen) zijn met elkaar.
    Ahora ♥

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  10. ~~~ a truly glorious poem! Cheers.

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  11. I love, "the colors of shared flame". Lovely writing!

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Thank you!!