Hola! This poem is part of my Ars Poetica – BlogchatterA2Z 2025 series, where I explore the art of poetry through 26 stanzas, each beginning with a different letter of the alphabet. Every day, a new stanza unfolds, building upon the previous ones intuitively and organically. If you’re just joining in, feel free to read from the beginning or simply dive into today’s reflection on poetry.
Stanza 22 of the Ars Poetica—Voice: A Borrowed Flame
Voice—
it isn't everyone's weapon.
It’s a rare find,
a sliver of lightning in the darkest of clouds.
Not every tongue has access to voice,
not every throat makes way for a voice,
not every language translates into one.
But when the universe lends you its flame—
when it chooses you to carry a sliver of its fire—
you find your voice through the verses.
And you must know: it is not yours to own.
You are merely the wick, the vessel,
the borrowed flame lighting the way for the unseen,
the unheard, the vulnerable.
There is no room here for pride or flattery,
only the silent, sacred duty to burn true—
until your flame too returns to the sky.
(to be continued...)
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Lovely poem.
Thank you, Zenobia. 🙂