Desire
Free Verse36 total reviews
Comment from Pearl Edwards
Lovely free verse Tony as he flames the fire of his desire, that unfortunately for him turns to ash and dust. I also thought of those that have the desire to light fires, that turn all around to ash and dust. Well done, loved it,
cheers,
valda
reply by the author on 23-Feb-2019
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Lovely free verse Tony as he flames the fire of his desire, that unfortunately for him turns to ash and dust. I also thought of those that have the desire to light fires, that turn all around to ash and dust. Well done, loved it,
cheers,
valda
Comment Written 22-Feb-2019
reply by the author on 23-Feb-2019
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Thanks, Valda. Glad you enjoyed it. There was deliberately an element of ambiguity. The bushfire interpretation is a particularly relevant one at this time of the year. All the best, Tony
Comment from Debbie Pope
I don't remember reviewing your poetry before, although perhaps I have. You are clearly an exceptional poet. Your imagery is complex but insightful. I love your first two lines. What an intelligent use of words. Desire and lust can consume rational thought. Well said.
reply by the author on 23-Feb-2019
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I don't remember reviewing your poetry before, although perhaps I have. You are clearly an exceptional poet. Your imagery is complex but insightful. I love your first two lines. What an intelligent use of words. Desire and lust can consume rational thought. Well said.
Comment Written 21-Feb-2019
reply by the author on 23-Feb-2019
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Thanks, Debbie. Glad you enjoyed it. I haven't been writing much poetry recently, because of my focus on the novel. However, I have a few to post at the moment - mostly arising from the rhyming course I'm doing with Pantygynt. All the best, Tony
Comment from 24chas
I enjoyed this read, Tfawcus. I think the flow was good and the imagery was very appropriate for the subject matter. The ending was nicely done. Good job.
reply by the author on 24-Feb-2019
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I enjoyed this read, Tfawcus. I think the flow was good and the imagery was very appropriate for the subject matter. The ending was nicely done. Good job.
Comment Written 21-Feb-2019
reply by the author on 24-Feb-2019
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Many thanks, Chas. I appreciate your review and the encouragement. Best wishes, Tony
Comment from WryWriter
Hmm. Hot, hot, hot! Tantalizing poem about desire. I especially liked these lines:
Those flames are lies,
which craftily transmute his chosen truth,
But the last line stole the prize.
Those flames have trapped many a young man. Beautiful artwork choice for theme. I also love the background and font color choices for this poem.
reply by the author on 24-Feb-2019
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Hmm. Hot, hot, hot! Tantalizing poem about desire. I especially liked these lines:
Those flames are lies,
which craftily transmute his chosen truth,
But the last line stole the prize.
Those flames have trapped many a young man. Beautiful artwork choice for theme. I also love the background and font color choices for this poem.
Comment Written 21-Feb-2019
reply by the author on 24-Feb-2019
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Many thanks, WryWriter, for this six star accolade. I appreciate your kind review and the encouragement. Best wishes, Tony
Comment from Irish Rain
Ah, yes.
It so often does.
And it can't be seen through the flames of passion and lust, which only see 'now.'
But the soot lingers.
Just lovely Mr. Tony.
Blessings...
reply by the author on 24-Feb-2019
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Ah, yes.
It so often does.
And it can't be seen through the flames of passion and lust, which only see 'now.'
But the soot lingers.
Just lovely Mr. Tony.
Blessings...
Comment Written 21-Feb-2019
reply by the author on 24-Feb-2019
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Many thanks, Judy. I appreciate your kind review and the encouragement. Best wishes, Tony
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You're most welcome!!
Comment from Janice Canerdy
This concise, well-written poem vividly describes fire--
literal and symbolic--as a power that can be pleasant and wholesome or destructive, consuming.
reply by the author on 23-Feb-2019
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This concise, well-written poem vividly describes fire--
literal and symbolic--as a power that can be pleasant and wholesome or destructive, consuming.
Comment Written 21-Feb-2019
reply by the author on 23-Feb-2019
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Thanks, Janice. Glad you enjoyed it. All the best, Tony
Comment from seaglass
Beautiful rhyme here. My understanding of your meaning is that lustful passion can be destructive and should be restrained. Did I get your meaning correctly?
reply by the author on 23-Feb-2019
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Beautiful rhyme here. My understanding of your meaning is that lustful passion can be destructive and should be restrained. Did I get your meaning correctly?
Comment Written 21-Feb-2019
reply by the author on 23-Feb-2019
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Thanks, Seaglass. Glad you enjoyed the elements of rhyme running through this free verse. Yes, your interpretation was something I had in mind. One or two people also related it to deliberately lit bushfires, and one to paedophilia. I daresay there are other interpretations individual readers might bring to it. It was intended to have an element of ambiguity. All the best, Tony
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Lol, how funny the human mind works. Bob Dillon always refused to share what his meanings were, saying it's whatever the listener thought it meant. On another occasion, credits made a big deal about one word get used to which he replied, " I used it because it rhymed."
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Yes, I can imagine the listener having to bring his or her own meaning to some of Bob Dylan's lyrics! LOL
Comment from kiwijenny
Hmmm I loved this...lust as opposed to love. Love enlivens, lust destroys...
Those flames are lies...so true
Well penned poem..the fire subsides to ash and dust.
Well penned
God bless
reply by the author on 24-Feb-2019
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Hmmm I loved this...lust as opposed to love. Love enlivens, lust destroys...
Those flames are lies...so true
Well penned poem..the fire subsides to ash and dust.
Well penned
God bless
Comment Written 21-Feb-2019
reply by the author on 24-Feb-2019
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Many thanks, Jenny. I appreciate your review and encouragement. I thought your words: "Love enlivens, lust destroys" expressed it perfectly. Best wishes, Tony
Comment from LisaMay
Good gosh Tony, this is a bit of deja vu... I posted a poem in January along the same theme. I guess fire gets used a lot in passion poems. Your is a lot more succinct than mine, but check mine out below and you'll see the similarities...
BURNT OFFERING
Desire lights fire
and you say she is your perfect match --
a woman to woo, an ideal catch.
Such an ironic echo from decades ago
when it was a younger me who set you aglow.
The torch you then carried was hot and strong,
yearning and burning the whole night long.
Now our words are weapons and the fiery sparks fly,
no love for me shines from your wandering eye.
Ashes to ashes and lust to lust,
I'll bury the past, I know I must.
A cold heart hardens when the warmth is gone,
though memories linger of when the sun shone.
But maybe another I'll learn to trust,
before my blood slows and my mind clogs with rust.
We'll light our own bonfire and burn all our trash,
skip off to the islands and do something rash.
Fall head over heels while dancing on tables,
guzzle gallons of wine with exotic labels.
This surely could happen, I'll give it a try,
Yeah, right, I'm a dreamer and pigs might fly.
reply by the author on 24-Feb-2019
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Good gosh Tony, this is a bit of deja vu... I posted a poem in January along the same theme. I guess fire gets used a lot in passion poems. Your is a lot more succinct than mine, but check mine out below and you'll see the similarities...
BURNT OFFERING
Desire lights fire
and you say she is your perfect match --
a woman to woo, an ideal catch.
Such an ironic echo from decades ago
when it was a younger me who set you aglow.
The torch you then carried was hot and strong,
yearning and burning the whole night long.
Now our words are weapons and the fiery sparks fly,
no love for me shines from your wandering eye.
Ashes to ashes and lust to lust,
I'll bury the past, I know I must.
A cold heart hardens when the warmth is gone,
though memories linger of when the sun shone.
But maybe another I'll learn to trust,
before my blood slows and my mind clogs with rust.
We'll light our own bonfire and burn all our trash,
skip off to the islands and do something rash.
Fall head over heels while dancing on tables,
guzzle gallons of wine with exotic labels.
This surely could happen, I'll give it a try,
Yeah, right, I'm a dreamer and pigs might fly.
Comment Written 21-Feb-2019
reply by the author on 24-Feb-2019
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What a remarkable similarity of theme, Lisa. As they say, great minds think alike! Love your line "Ashes to ashes and lust to lust", and the wry tongue-in-cheek ending.
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Great minds think alike... or fools seldom differ?
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I wasn't going to say that! LOL
Comment from Ulla
Hi Tony, as I read this it tells me he or she mistakes the hot burning lust for love and then comes the day of awakening and all there's left are the cold ashes of what never was. A great poem. All best. Ulla:))
reply by the author on 24-Feb-2019
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Hi Tony, as I read this it tells me he or she mistakes the hot burning lust for love and then comes the day of awakening and all there's left are the cold ashes of what never was. A great poem. All best. Ulla:))
Comment Written 21-Feb-2019
reply by the author on 24-Feb-2019
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Many thanks, Ulla. A nice summary. All the best, Tony
