Like Fire

VJcreative writing, poetrychange, fire, haiku, poetry14 Comments

My essence is flame
words, like sparks, igniting change –
transformative fire

(Image mine)

14 thoughts on “Like Fire”

Susi Bocks says:

May 12, 2022 at 8:10 pm

Powerful, VJ!

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1. VJ says:
  
  May 12, 2022 at 9:45 pm
  
  Thanks 😊
  
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  1. Susi Bocks says:
    
    May 12, 2022 at 9:49 pm
    
    You’re welcome, dear!
    
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Eugenia says:

April 28, 2022 at 8:39 am

Beautiful pairing of your words and the art!

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1. VJ says:
  
  April 28, 2022 at 9:29 pm
  
  Thanks Eugi
  
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Wynne Leon says:

April 27, 2022 at 11:10 am

I love that the words are the sparks. I find that to be so true!

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Keith says:

April 27, 2022 at 10:38 am

VJ, short and powerful. I love the final line. Keith

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1. VJ says:
  
  April 27, 2022 at 11:02 am
  
  Thanks 🙏
  
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Deborah says:

April 27, 2022 at 10:05 am

Those words are so in sync with your art! Brilliant! 🙂 ❤

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1. VJ says:
  
  April 27, 2022 at 10:54 am
  
  Thank you!
  
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Sadje says:

April 27, 2022 at 9:04 am

Beautiful

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1. VJ says:
  
  April 27, 2022 at 9:47 am
  
  Thanks 🙏
  
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paeansunplugged says:

April 27, 2022 at 8:41 am

The best kind!

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1. VJ says:
  
  April 27, 2022 at 9:47 am
  
  😊
  
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