Life Is But a Blazing Fire by Falling Squirrel

Hello again everyone, it’s been a while. I find that I can no longer post everyday amidst the rigors of life, but I am most definitely not gone! I am working on my reply piece to last Friday’s question, but for today, I have another amazing poem to share with all of you. This one is written by a writer that goes by the name Falling Squirrel. This piece stood out to me because of it’s intensity and sad truths. It was as if this poem was written in words that I couldn’t yet find, but somehow knew deep down. It has a nice flow, and I think it’s worth several run-throughs. Enjoy:

Take a photo of your life

Take a little snapshot

Full of joy and full of strife

For which you have a soft spot


In the future, take a look

Shuffle through the cards

And you will see the thoughts that shook

Your world so very hard


But most of all now, you will see

A pattern – ‘cause your life repeats

So take my word for it, I know

That what you reap is what you sow


We’re trapped, us all, each single one

We’re meant to burn another sun

We build our fires, night and day

So we can see the ashen blaze…

So we can pay the price we pay…


So we can see our world decay.

Thanks again to everyone that submitted! You may submit another piece of your own here.



[The [un] [product] [ive] life]

Hello everyone, it’s Wednesday – poetry time!

First off, I’d like to say thank you to all that submitted their poetry. Not only were all of your pieces great, I recognize that it takes a degree of courage to give your work to someone to be judged. I really want to thank you for sharing, though, because some of those pieces were really quite inspiring and inspired me to try new things.

Also, if I did not choose your piece, please do not fret. There is still a chance that it will be picked on a future week.

Right, so for my first ever mid-week poetry piece, I am sharing this incredible poem written by Observing Vessel, about expression and confinements. The thing about this piece is that it really flows in an unusual way. For myself, I felt as though I was floating through the piece at a blissfuly, leisurely pace. Better yet, the words ring with a truth that can easily shift one’s perspective. So please, scroll down and read it.


There is an art to everything,

and everything can sell.

What was once an art, is now a science

and very little is left sacred.

Fear of the unknown is cause for defence;

this defence is a boundary.

We label the spaces between the boundaries,

neatly boxed up.

We crave a sense of value;


I am not sure.

We put value in the spaces;

then value the label.

What is it we are left with?

A neatly packaged product

to keep the fear at bay.

What we cannot see is unknown

and what is unknown still exists, whether or not we fear it.

There is a pill to suppress the fear;

money, the placebo.

And in return;

a neatly packaged product for you to entertain.

I’m tired of the boxes, for there are too many.

They clutter my life space leaving no room to breath

and even less space for growth.

My expression cannot live.

Once it has birthed it is immediately packaged up

in a box,

in a space

between boundaries,

with a label,

where I put my value,

but the label is valued more.

Very little is sacred;

left to be.

Why can’t it wander for what it is?

My expression is meant for living,

I want it a life.

Free to wander and be

not enclosed in a box;

in a space between boundaries,

with a label.

What kind of life is that?

I rather have my expression nameless and free

than sitting in a box,

in a space between boundaries.

I am becoming unproductive.

If you want more poetry from Observing Vessel, click here. Other writing by this author can be found here. It’s definitely worth at least a spare moment of yours.

Right, so that’s that for today. Tune in next week for more poetry. And if you have some poetry you want to share, here are the instructions. Thanks again, everybody, see you tomorrow!


Mid-Week Poetry – Share Your Works

Hello everyone, sorry to be so late,

I’ve been really thinking about what poetry is lately. It’s such a hugely diverse form of artistic literary expression. I’ve started noticing that I really have a style of my own, and that there are so many others ways of approaching and exploring poetry. So today I introduce a new feature for this blog: the mid-week poetry. I think it’s perfect because often what I need most after a long, hard Wednesday, is a really powerful, thoughtful poem.

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Share what you feel, what you experience. (Photo credit: neonihil)

Here’s the thing – I want YOU the reader to have a chance to share your poetry. So every Wednesday, I will publish one of my own poems, and one that has been submitted by one of you. I now have the kind of traffic that would mean your piece would be read by several hundred viewers. Keep that in mind.

Here’s what you should submit if you’re interested:

1. Your piece, with a title. It could be one you published already on a blog of yours, for example. But it can also be one that you haven’t yet published. I have no preference, because I have no intention of stealing it. It would be nice to know, though, so that I may be able to give credit where it is due.

2. Your name, or a pen name of your choice. I totally understand wanting to stay anonymous, that’s why I use a pen name myself. Optionally, you may give any other information you would like to share.

3. A link to a website/blog of yours, if you have one.

Send it to this email:

Keep in mind that I truly value honesty, and I don’t like the idea of taking credit for someone else’s work. It’s wrong.

Right, so any form of poetry is fine, in fact I think the more creative and unusual, the better. That’s the reason why I’m doing this after all. Experiment and explore!

Good luck everyone, I’ll be back with my Friday Question tomorrow.