My Hair, Like Fire

25 Comments on “My Hair, Like Fire”

1. Working that magic.

   I could quote the entire piece as liking it but I absolutely loved this:

   thirsty, a blotter begging
   hoping, wanting
   wishful and dreamy
   reflections of spinning galaxies
   in every dew drop
   every sigh
   every time I lick my lips
   fire, my hair,
   spreading across my pillow
   waiting, waiting
   for someone just like
   you

   This is the type of poetry that takes your mind on a journey. Love it!

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   • Thanks so much OD. I’m so glad that this piece touched you. It felt glorious to pen it.

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2. You’re the fucking best, Tara.

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   • Thanks Empress. I was quite touched by the piece you wrote earlier as well. It has stuck with me.

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     • Thank you, my dear. Some people get stuck in us… then we have to write about them to unstick them. Glad it resonated. Your work always does for me. ❤

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       • That’s exactly it… unstick. I like that.

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3. This is so sensual and beautiful, Tara. I am beyond immersed in the imagery you create, and I especially love this journey you take us on. It’s also kind of sci-fi with the galaxies and gamma rays. Such a beautifully written piece.

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   • Thank you Lucy! I really appreciate you reading my work as well as gifting me your kind words. It really means the world to me.

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4. I continue to be moved by the emotions and images in your words. Thank you!

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   • That’s wonderful, Ruth. Thank you for reading.

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5. An excellent piece!!!

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   • Thanks so much!

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     • You’re very welcome indeed.

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6. What a beautiful & sensual writing, dipped in so many different elements….loving this piece of yours, Tara….it’s so powerful….just like you.

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   • Thank you Navin. That really means the world to me.

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     • You’re very welcome ✨

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7. “my ribs ache with denial” … who doesn’t know that feeling, and all its ‘friends’ … another ‘heart in the blender’ piece … works that touch are amazing, sometimes that touch is gentle, sometimes not, sometimes it is in how it lands on the individual … loved it.

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   • Thank you for your kind words. Indeed it is that ache and it’s associated friends which drive the piece.

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8. sometimes I wonder why, other times i laugh, that pain is what makes me feel real. how can we ever know happiness, pleasure, joy, without knowing sadness, pain and sorrow – how can we know the coin without knowing both sides? it seems like everything or nothing, and everything is a challenge, nothing is denial. denial is not my friend …

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   • I completely agree. We need to experience all aspects to really appreciate any of it at all. The key is to not stay in that place. To accept all things. How can I love the rain without those sunny days to compare it to? How can I appreciate the smiles without the tears? Acceptance may be the first key.

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     • so true – how often i mourn that we sometimes miss the peace to be found in confrontation, even losing it again in repose.

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       • Exactly. It’s big-picture. Bird’s-eye-view Humanity, really.

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9. Beautiful Tara, I love the way you move through all the elements to create sensual imagery.

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   • Oohh thank you Andrea. I so appreciate you sharing this with me. It’s always nice to see a friendly face.

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10. Loved this (and hope my comment doesn’t end in spam) poem. The intense longing for “…dreamy reflections of spinning galaxies” especially resonated. 💫 As always, the intensity of your passion is breathtaking and a special gift 💝

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