Untitled (by Tycatz)

Sometimes heartbreak is summarized in simple, direct English.

It’s hard enough for me to accept
And cope with
The fact that for some reason
You can’t be here,
So it’s unfathomable
When you say this whole time
You never even wanted to.

It feels as though
You lied
About ever loving me at all.


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TBF Features (sample), week of June 19, 2011

Hello, fellow art and poetry lovers. This is just a quick update to showcase some of the art and writing hand-picked on Touched by Fire by our cohost lroof:

I’ve chosen images and writings that remind me of my recent journey


“Taurus” from Zodiac signs series by Dorina Costras


playground by vampvamp


Have you ever??? by wildwomenlove

Tickled the cat on the belly
Gone knickerless to work
Read a whole magazine on the shop stand
Skipped lunch and gone straight for dessert?

Worn high heels washing the dishes
Leant over a fence for a rose
Danced naked in a rainstorm
Painted hot chilli red on your toes?

Taped ‘kiss me’ on your friends back
Made your own bubbles in the bath
Sung Madame Butterfly in the shower
Ordered a fake fur rug hearth?

Gone skinny dipping at midnight
Learnt a little burlesque
Tried painting a self portrait blind folded
Enjoyed a chic flic with girlfriend and Kleenex?

Guzzled Perrier watching the sunset
Dipped strawberries in chocolate and munched
Handed out smiley face cards on street corners
Acted on an impromptu hunch?

Have you ever tried tango
Or dyed your hair burgundy red
Sniffed at the musky scent of lilies
Bought silk sheets for the bed?

A little bit of naughty goes a long way
To reviving a neglected heart
Your spirit will sing in your heart space
It’s never too late to start

Have you Ever?…

©wildwomenlove poetry


A poem of Sally’s words by Blake Steele

To listen to a recording of this poem

I’m almost home now,
almost at the end of this weary road,
almost within small, welcome fences,
almost circled by curling vines and flowers
where I may lay down safely in someone’s arms
who knows my wounded, torn ways
and loves me, placing their hands tenderly
on me to sooth… until I allow the simple luxury
of slipping into old rhythms.
I’m listening to birds singing ancient songs:
homing songs, songs of wild flight.
I’m listening to the lullabies
of my own breathing,
and the whispered syllables of wind —
the wordless longing of silent love within.
For a moment, I’m a child again,
crying myself to sleep;
until someone wraps me warm in light
streaming through their gentle eyes
and I cautiously let fingers play with mine,
and touch my hair,
seizing my soul in a suspense of silence,
breathless and unknowing —
until words begin.
Your words are light:
like small fireflies in dark woods
where frightening creatures move.
Like feathers of light
they drift carelessly and somber
amidst the fearful shift of shadows.
Now I’m nesting down in two worlds,
still afraid,
yet running towards small lights,
small miracles in the dark,
your words amongst them…

By myself but not alone – Challenge winner

Let’s congratulate Charmiene Maxwell-batten‘s winning photo, Golden Paddler, for our latest challenge, By myself but not alone (Metallica fans will get the reference).

P.S. This is our 200th post… thank you for reading, searching, commenting and liking us, fellow readers and bloggers!

Flowers and a Muted Colour Palette – Features 5/06/2011

With Summer getting into full swing I thought it’d be time to do features that included some of the many stunning flower images that are submitted to the group. I mixed them up with some writing and images of a thoughtful nature to create – I hope – something special. See for yourself. 🙂

I am starting us off with this wonderful macro shot of a poppy. In England poppies are worn for rememberance.

Poppy Macro by © Rafferty-Evans

Poppy Macro by © Rafferty-Evans

This seemed the perfect poem to counterbalance the exuberance of the image and to enhance the deeper meaning of the poppy image at the same time.

time of reason by © uncleblack

this time of mine,
grows mechanised , grows inhuman
as if all history
is left behind,
in flames and ash.

we cannot scrub it any cleaner,
but still we try,
as if all history
is left behind.

when it comes it really comes,
and nothing hurts,
quite like the loss of love,
but greater still,
the loss of time.

The next image leads on from the idea of remembering those lost and the things lost and not to let them go.

Remembering by © Tamarra BaVincio

Remembering by © Tamarra BaVincio

The mystical quality of this poem leads us on deeper into the mystery of remembering, not just what was, but who we are.

and I shall see the wings of birds by © darkvampire

and I shall
see the wings of
as gossamer
onto forest
I shall look
the mould on the
bark of
and it will
speak to me

I will lay down the bright
whose voices will
not be
and they will show
what is to

for I am a teller of
a reader of the wrinkled
a poor traveller in a
land of
and tapestried
woven of the

More poppies, but this time in a beautiful half light, glowing like embers.

Red on blue by © Luis Mariano González

Red on blue by © Luis Mariano González

And this poem reminds us of the magic of nature.

plant by © hollyann

a root and store
of sweet return
set in the ground
with tender hands

the shoot
the bud
the gentle
how did
a seed
a world
a jewel
of such

each section
it’s own
each lesson

the fertile land
brings forth
a glad result
of heaven’s toil

The melancholy of this image caught my eye.

Way to blue by © Sukhwinder Flora

Way to blue by © Sukhwinder Flora

And here’s the perfect partner for the melancholy in the image. If I didn’t know better I’d say one was inspired by the other.

A million pieces of blue by © kashmirecho

I feel broken
But not in two
I’m a million pieces of blue
A shattered mess
Needing some glue
Something to put me back together
To make this mess
Into a woman
One less reckless
One less broken
Is it useless?
Is it hopeful?
I don’t have a clue
I’m just a shattered mess
Waiting for some glue
Until then I’m just here
A million pieces of blue

After all this blue feeling we’re allowed a wish. Will it come true? We’ll see…

Make a Wish by © Tamarra BaVincio

Make a Wish by © Tamarra BaVincio

Maybe not, we’re still lingering in the realms of blue….

Frayed by © singerchick

You must know most of my plans come to naught.*
Not from lack of desire; rather,
My failure to tie a knot in the loose ends
Of my unraveling.
These threads have minds of their own;
Fashioning themselves into new patterns,
Draping me in different adventures.
Tethering and leading me in diverse directions
As we all know, life is what happens
While you’re making other plans.

(*From Love poem no.5 – Canal by Michael Dec)

From red and blue we’ve surely turned to black and white and all the shades of grey.

Stop – Think. by © James Leader

Stop – Think. by © James Leader

I leave you with this wonderful poem, which seems appropriate with all the goings-on recently.

Hate by © Rhenastarr

Hate is a fire
that consumes
once it’s embers
have been fueled
It burns bright and hot
giving no thought to
the pain it will inflict
the damage it will cause
Soul searing pain
that ends up
punishing all
Words spew from hateful
masking the denial of
those too full of imperfections
they can not see
Leaving scars that
will never heal
Peal away the blisters from
damaged skin,
damaged humanity remains
Echoes of prejudice and
rain down on
those unfortunate enough
to be caught in the blaze
of hate
What Hate has consumed throughout
the years
Heed the advice from the ages
Let the advice of those who were singed
by the flame
burn deep into the soul
The world will one day CRUMBLE
as hate carries us to the FALL

Hope you enjoyed the features. Don’t forget to leave a comment to congratulate the artists featured today. xo

My Own Wonderland

I’m not that into fashion… but I know what I like. Here is a beautiful photograph by Sílvia Dias that is feature-worthy:

My Own Wonderland by Silvia Dias

Model: Abaddon Maiden

Hair & MUA: Andreia Ribeiro

Clothing Designer: Katia Teles

Photography & Edition: Sílvia Dias

Date: June, 2011

taken with natural light