Uncertain elixir

by Hazel (Dancing Rivers) Phillips-Dube   Aug 22, 2025


Electric magma rises as the phoenix-
Longingly recalls the sweet words of agony.
My friend it's been a while, how goes it?
I've been working on killing and burying-
The frightened child you all once knew.

Alas she died, she cried, she lied.
There was a light at the end of tunnel!
There was hope rising in the morning sky.
Now life looks a great deal more majestic.
So why do I feel the same fluttering wings...

No!
Not a flutter at all mind! But the WHOOSH!
She Rises She Rises the Phoenix she Soars.
The feelings but ashes and dust,
her hardest hue to implore.

Those ashes weren't chains,
Nothing but finger paint
seen from another hall.
Her songs no longer whispers
Of stories to appal.

Her garden blooms as does her heart.
Though many a blade tried a'piercin'.
She's here a new start, her life of art
Hear her melody ringing.

The rivers are dancing
Will you dance along?

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  • 1 week ago

    by BOB GALLO

    This is a fine piece, very much to my liking. I want to respond with something of my own, but I find myself unable to. When I first began reading, I thought to say: the inner child is to be protected, not killed; it is the one who plays hide-and-seek with it that must be killed—the one who twists childhood to its advantage, who manipulates you into seeing the purest part of yourself as a foe. But as I read further, I saw that you had already touched on this. Your poem is not her burial, but her resurrection. You drew it forth like a vision in a crystal ball. Truly fine poetry.

    Where have you been? I missed my friend—if you still are.

    • 4 days ago

      by Hazel (Dancing Rivers) Phillips-Dube

      Hey my friend. Thank you so much for the heartfelt review. And of course you are still my friend, and hopefully always will be. I am so glad you received the poem as I intended it to be received. I've been on an insanely brilliant healing journey. I hope life is being good to you?

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