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The Sacrifices Of The Flame
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The Sacrifices Of The Flame |
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DewDropRoses Junior Member
since 2002-09-18
Posts 20WV |
The Sacrifices Of The Flame Smoke filling his lungs, leaving his breath faint and weak Hurriedly rushing up the stairs, I heard the floorboards as they creaked Ablazed from head to toe, he quickly grasped me in his arms A moving flame rushed to save me, leading me away from burning harm. Once landed safely on the trampoline, I stood up to see the man Back into the burning window, disappeared a blazing shoulder, then a hand. Later at the hospital, momma was crying while I pretended to sleep I didn't want to disturb her, fearing her thoughts were much too deep. Daddy must have gone to the cafeteria, to get them both some food Probably stuck patiently inline, behind the folgers decafe craving brood Moving softly upwards, not to startle momma as she cried She quickly rose to hold me, later waking up side by side. Released the following morning, I found myself dressed in black A tie and shoes with laces, cole black dress socks with matching slacks My hair was caked with hair gel, a dab of some cologne Not wanting to have a party, I just wanted to go home. Through the field we marched, with a dozen more people or so I wanted to climb trees with Jimmy, but momma wouldn't let me go Standing amongst a field of stones, dried flowers placed all around A preacher reading from his bible, I stood facing the fresh soil of the ground. ---------------------------------------------------- Bent down on one knee, now ten years later, I still remember it all Lack of oxygen, a flaming man, the cries and screams, my terrified fall. For many years after, not once did I see daddy around Momma always told me he feared I'd never let him live it down. I suppose I grew to hate him, for leaving the son behind he almost lost Or maybe then I just needed a reason to blame myself for what that day cost Glancing upon the stone, I understand now the sacrifices of the flame For now rained on by my tears, the burning man takes daddy's name. Copyright 2002 Amy Marie Hess |
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cherish Senior Member
since 2001-03-25
Posts 1639swimming in fairy floss........... |
You had me intrigued from the very first stanza. I didnt know what exactly was going on at first, but figured it all out pretty quick. *hugs* Very well done indeed.  Are you scared? BOO! Are you now? |
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LadyDracaWolf Member
since 2002-09-19
Posts 73CA |
 Reading this piece reopened a healing wound which I hoped I could bury. My dad wasn't a hero to anyone but me, and he died all the same.  Death is not extinguishing the light; it is putting out the lamp because the dawn has come. Rabindranath Tagore Poet, Philosopher, Nobel Laurea [This message has been edited by LadyDracaWolf (09-24-2002 09:42 AM).] |
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anonymousfemale Member Elite
since 2000-02-02
Posts 2797Limbo |
The title initially caught me with this piece. Overall it was very heartfelt and the aching came through quite strongly. It's always such a tragedy when a parent you actually like dies. Thanks for posting. ~AF~ "No wonder I do not make people comfortable. I am a mirror. I have far too many things to say." - Mouthing the Words |
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Local Parasite
since 2001-11-05
Posts 2527Transylconia, Winnipeg |
This is absolutely wonderful. You expressed this extremely well. Epic poetry like this has a special place in my heart, especially when it is pertaining to personal experience, as this one sounds to be. My heart goes out to you, in this case. I'm absolutely spellbound by this poem. Into my library it goes. Parasite Learn to place poetry before people |
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