Ode to Poetry: The Eternal Flame

In the hush where silence meets the spark

Poetry ignites—a thief of breath

Stealing shadows from the mundane dark

Weaving them into tapestries of death

And rebirth, where ordinary words confess

Their hidden wings, and soar beyond the press

Of clocks and calendars, into the vast

Uncharted realms of what the heart holds fast

It is the alchemist’s forbidden art

Turning leaden thoughts to gold with rhyme’s sly hand

A mirror cracked to show the fractured heart

Reflecting truths we dare not understand

From ancient bards who sang of gods and wars

To modern scribes who bleed on digital shores

It dances on the edge of chaos, free

Defying gravity, eternity

Poetry is rebellion in a line

A whisper that can topple thrones of stone

The pulse of lovers lost in midnight’s wine

The echo of the soul when left alone

It courts the muse in coffee stains and rain

In laughter’s echo and in deepest pain

A bridge between the seen and the unseen

The language of the gods, profane, serene

Oh, poetry, you wild and wayward child

You bind the universe in fragile verse

Untamed, unbowed, forever undefiled

You curse and bless, you heal and make things worse

In every stanza, worlds collide and bloom

A phoenix rising from the poet’s tomb—

Eternal flame that lights the human night

And teaches us to read the stars aright