Heavy with memories
from so long ago -
I've burnt myself,
and from my ashes,
the years gone past,
cold cinders under my feet,
I rise.
Golden feathers bear my flight
and I soar leaving behind
a heart I helped
destroy.
Author notes
A personal thought. About a turn of events in my life. Like most of my work.
A contest entry
- Better Than My Stuff by just rob.
1400 points, ended January 19, 2007, 45 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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And of course I see the connection to the Phoenix, rising from the ashes to soar again. When we reach bottom what is important is how high we bounce back, as your poem clearly shows.
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Flight of the pheonix ey? two words: Love it.
Shame you haven't written in so long, i look forward to reading more
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This is both sad and uplifting. I can relate to the feeling of burning down one's life or burning your own heart to death...then rising up from the ruin. But it is so hard to do! Thank you for sharing this poem.
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Like wearing a multicolored coat of echoes.
I like this.
Peace, Rob
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ah all those years that have gone by, they linger in the mind, even if as ash. a good piece. good luck in the contest. spill ink and twist me into the crazy shape of love...
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yes, they are both similar, In, seeing as they deal with the same unfortunate event in my life.
The crazy shape of love no longer appeals to me...
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