The white-hot glow of the briquettes
forms its quilt of auras in the blackened air,
they waver in their intensity of illumination
fueled by the warm night’s breeze,
hypnotically inducing the recollection of tales
about the fires that never came alive
in that charcoal pit
where I grilled my future.
Now they are not even embers,
the steaks not tasted,
which I once thought would be the feast of dusk
after using the lighter fluid
that I assumed would ignite my life,
rendering a dinner of gourmet reward.
This eve the barbecue is my fiery epilogue
for times I thought would be spent
at the patio of quick drying dreams,
it harden before I had a chance
to furnish it with decor
of a throne and crown.
Dining in the darkness upon leftovers
for nights of meals I wish and didn’t get prepared,
and never became the seasoning of my suppers.
Author notes
1. For the nights I can't remember
A contest entry
- Be Inspired ~ Options~ by Jersene.
1500 points, ended October 17, 2008, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Nice use of metaphor...they say hindsight is 20/20. The things we would do differently, or not at all...the parts of the past we would like to ignite, forget...so much time to think when barbecuing. Good take on the prompt. Thank you for your entry
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I like the take you took on this Life and barbeques. This was different and I enjoyed reading this!
Now they are not even embers,
the steaks not tasted,
which I once thought would be the feast of dusk
after using the lighter fluid
that I assumed would ignite my life,
rendering a dinner of gourmet reward.
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Always amazed and astounded at your excellent choice of words and how well they work in your poems. It is always a treat to read your poems! Good luck in the contest!
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Outstanding poem, you are really talented good luck in the contest
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