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Open Poetry #47

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Ethern
Member

since 2010-07-01

Posts 150
on a plane

0 posted 2012-01-13 03:01 PM

that last fire burned for you
blazing brilliant white light
now i'm left totally consumed
with no kindling for new flames

this hearth is a desolate waste
of charred stone and ashes
so i don more skins
to hide from the cold

JerryPat2
Member Laureate

since 2011-02-06

Posts 16975
South Louisiana

1 posted 2012-01-13 03:07 PM

Ah, more skin will grow, and along with the new skin will be the grit to carry on. Either than or live pitiful the rest of your life. I''m betting on you to find the grit.

~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways ~*~

JL
Member Ascendant

since 2004-04-01

Posts 6128
Texas, USA

2 posted 2012-01-13 03:16 PM

"with no kindling for new flames"

Nice write.  Don't we all have relation
to this situation?
Maybe some are directly immune,
but know someone at that fire side.  There is always kindling to restart
a new fire.  And new skin coverings are layers of living experiences.
You have an excellent poem here.

JL

Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself.
Maranatha!

Ethern
Member

since 2010-07-01

Posts 150
on a plane

3 posted 2012-01-16 12:52 PM

before a new flame can be kindled, i will have to gather more wood, and find a way to start a fire, and alas, it is midwinter. but i do indeed have the grit to weather the cold, but sorely miss the comfort of a warm fire.

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