Spirits spark beneath burials of time
and memory does not gather them all
so many came before the fall of greed
and sparks became fire
in air and ground; in the rain
that knows the blood of the seas.
In pain that rose like breath
songs of salty oaken planks and eyes
that blinked last glance of freedom;
until freedom came again.
Sparks from the ground
became fire in souls, wept for loss
but stronger; paid costs none should bear.
With pride of Savannah, courage
and strength of mist covered mountains
and fire
of the bones that refuse to sleep
until the journeys have ended,
black ships and chains remembered
for how long the march, how fierce
the heat of longing,
from then... to now.
In a list
A contest entry
- Teach Me to Wear Fire by Heart Sutra.
1000 points, ended December 1, 2008, 28 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Thank you for sharing your poem with the contest. You always write with so much passion mixed with philosophy! Great work.
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Thank you Zayra-
for the wonderful theme, the chance to challenge one's self a bit, nice ... PK
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I love this...
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You have great lines here!
That kind of fire is a blessing, the power that comes from within and make all worth, the troubles, the sorrows all fade when lit by those flames.
Excellent thoughts
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This is perfectly inspiring. You have truly captured not only the spirit of overcoming but the hunger for it as well. The atmosphere for fire is so real here because of the well-developed fire images and the intensity of the language.
You tell an incredible full story in these short verses, the former stanzas being almost prophetic of the last two words.
Just amazing. Love this!
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A sweeping tribute at overcoming the past, walking through the fire, surviving. So many thoughts come from your poem. It's ablaze in imagery!
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Rich and resounding. Excellent.
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Fantastic!!
Wishing you the best of luck in the contest!! Peace, Cyn 
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