Being - The Phoenix of a Writer
Being - The Phoenix of a Writer
The Phoenix – the magical creature,
Lives for several years, then puts itself on fire,
The flames of inspiration, or is that a satire?
It resurrects but, changes its complete attire!
The Writer in me, acts like the fabled bird to hire,
It soars high and high and then suddenly retires.
Cinnamon twigs and sacred incense,
Resins to build atop a sun temple, the nest entire,
The Sun ignites it and wings fan its own fire,
Then comes an end and what remains is ashes of desire!
But it’s the phoenix whose end cannot be dire,
It revives from its ashes to a new bird sapphire,
The golden glow like the sun on fire,
Such would be the future that all will admire!
Reincarnated, immune, and the only ONE tone,
The Purple Crocus, this time from the crevices of Limestone!
