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Ember

 
 

 

 

 
a poet at sunset
will burn the sky down,
blacken fingers
by sifting through remains

of night and ash,
all to seek that quiet ember,
the one that speaks
to only those that hear,
 
to those that see
how faith and art,

like dawn and dusk, 

are opposites,
 
yet so alike.
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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  • Annalise
    January 29, 2008

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    Oh, wow. What an ending...

    a poet burning down the sky-- I like the visual that gives me.

    Yep. This is the good stuff.


  • tara wilson gold member
    January 10, 2008

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    excellent.. (and you so do this..especially in this poem)


  • Naridill
    January 10, 2008

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    Pft.. what's that person on about?

    All your lines are better than great.
    You should be a phrase-eologist.





  • Fixing Tomorrow
    January 10, 2008

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    "to those that see
    how faith and art,
    like dawn and dusk,
    are opposites, "

    that's a great line. I really enjoyed reading this. You're a great writer.