From the quiet flame,
a spirit takes flight,
Born of smoke,
bathed in tender light.
A melody rises,
soft and pure,
As notes drift gently,
wild and sure.
Long waves of hair,
like a breeze set free,
Dance in harmony with her symphony.
A dress of mist flows soft and wide,
Swaying to the chords she guides.
Her guitar hums with a ghostly grace,
In the glow of the match’s embrace.
Each note,
each chord,
a fleeting sigh,
A whisper born,
then lost to the sky.
She’s a song unbound,
a flame’s desire,
A fleeting muse of smoke and fire.
From ember’s spark,
her soul ascends,
In melodies the darkness mends.
A vision woven of flame and air,
Gone with the breeze,
yet lingering there.
A fleeting muse that’s come and gone,
In the dawn of smoke,
she sings on.
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Published by Samantha Syrnich TLC
About The Hand Behind The Phoenix Quill— I’ve lived many lives within one — some born of light, some forged in fire. Each left its mark, and in the ashes, I found my voice. The Phoenix Quill was never just a name; it became my heartbeat — a place where pain turned to purpose, and truth was no longer something to survive, but something to share. I am a poet, artist, advocate, and storyteller — guided by a love that refuses to die quietly. Through words and imagery, I tell stories of resilience, of rising when the world says you’ve fallen too far. My work carries pieces of the people and places that shaped me — veterans, children, the voiceless, the forgotten — and the fire that demanded their stories be heard. Every poem, every painting, every creation under The Phoenix Quill is born from that promise: to turn heartbreak into healing, to honor truth even when it burns, and to remind others that they, too, can rise. This is my life’s work — to give voice to the silence, hope to the weary, and beauty to the broken. Welcome to The Phoenix Quill: Words Born of Fire, Inked in Truth. Where ashes become art — and every word remembers how to rise.
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