At times I smell of fire
because smoke is in my blood.
because flame has not been outlawed.
because I have never
left the ashes.
And in the evenings,
when the sun leaves
but a smudge of soot
upon the edge of my sky-
And the autumn leaves
have come to visit,
-chasing-
like children,
my footsteps;
I turn to shimmer-
a heat wave
upon the pavement.
Embers as
a heart.
And at the times I smell of fire
(of the unbearable
lightness
of being)
I breathe the smoke-
and burn.
Author notes
Written November 9th, 2006
Is the title too much for this piece?
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again, though it is a freeform poem, the word choice shows Emily's influence. for example: "my sky", "-chasing-
like children,
my footsteps"
as well as the title phrase.
the first line is brilliant, it seems like one of those lines that pop, completely whole, into your brain, and gain a life of their own. is that right?
at any rate, this is very familiar, and i could've sworn i left a comment on this before, but i have that feeling about your poetry a lot, because sometimes it is hard to seperate the fragment from the whole, since i've gotten so familiar with your work.
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ps, i tried to leave you three applauses, and i've no clue how i messed that up, but there you go.
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wrenching
it's been quite a long time since i've read anything of yours or really even been to this site but i just wanted to let you know that you've still got it and i still check when i drop by! well done on this one, internal combustion engine that is the soul, well reflected.
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bravo
burn. and then some
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ahhh... i can't say anything about the title, because that's what made me click (okay, that and your name... two of my favourite books ever). i like it. the entire poem is infused with that edge of unbearable-ness. that on the verge of overwhelming. but so very alive. it's decadant.
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nice
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