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Bonfire

Brittle old dead
vegetation consumed
smoke
(and there is none
without fire)
floats and billows
unpredictably.
Ah, hot flames now
as the sparks
fly upward.

Child in me
desperate fool
wishes to burn down
to ashes
and be free -
free as smoke
and sparks ascending
into chill clear blue
to be a living
(or dead)
sculpture.

New green of shoots
and grass have pull
and grounding
and nurture
but that was yesterday.

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  • GordonR gold member
    September 5

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    You write so clearly and freely but, for me, you only see the negative in this. In nature fire allows regeneration. It doesn't just disappear in smoke, to nothing. Once the dead wood has gone new growth takes over. It's about the future.
    XXR


    • chills gold member
      September 5
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      Perhaps I will rewrite the final lines with my originals...... That was about the future. But somehow, in the context I had in my head, that was wrong...... Ah well. Barry has ticked me off.... time for a rude limerick I guess!!! xxx


  • Barry Hodges silver member
    September 5

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    Cheer up for Gawd's sake or I shall have to write another bleeding memories poem for you and then you will really get totally pissed off. Morbid! Morbid! Morbid!


    • chills gold member
      September 5
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      Don't bully me Barry..... just been to a wedding that must have set the poor effing parents back a good 40k...... what a waste.... and you, still STILL not ready to make an honest woman of me???!!!!! xx D Give me memories of Crawley..... that'll cheer me the fuck up xxxx

  • Coldwater
    September 5

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    Enjoyed this work, there feels a serenity about the write, a bit like a bonfire itself, mesmerizing.
    Regards.


    • chills gold member
      September 5
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      Thank you honey - this is a bit to do with the 'fucking crow' of whom you spoke!!!! X Chills


  • sgking123
    September 5

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    excellent

    This was truly an excellent write. Wow the child in you wishes to burn dow the alls and set free.sometimes i too have a similar fee. I love dthis poem so much that I invite you over to my portfolio for a read and comment.


    • chills gold member
      September 5
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      Will read your work and comment just as soon as I can. Thank you for this comment - glad you identify! And happy that you like my profile!!! Tee hee!


  • Camille Morin gold member
    September 4

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    Your work has such honesty and style. This one put me right in front of the bonfire, thinking the same thing - and wanting to be free. You astonish me as always.
    Love,
    Camille


    • chills gold member
      September 5
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      There is something very reckless about a fire, I always think. But it has such attraction. Thank you for your comment. The feeling is mutual - you astonish me too. Love, Debs


  • HereComesTheSun
    September 1
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    i love the way you dissect a bone fire give it new meaning and new description. very unique and well written

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