Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Fire Doll



You flamed me.

I blow like ashes,

I just can't keep it together anymore.


You were my sun and you

Scorched me, my warmth and you

Torched me...


So how do I write this poem, how do I

Live alone?

Not to worry Sweety,

Darling,

Baby,

It all burns except the bones.

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14 comments:

  1. Are the bones your foundation that you rebuild from again and again when they burn you down? This is a passionate story poem. I really enjoyed it.

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  2. I really like this line ~ It's the foundation of what the poems all about. It's beautiful !

    "You flamed me.
    I blow like ashes"

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  3. And this poem burns as well - HOT!

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  4. Thanks, ladies! Yes Grace, the bones are what's left, the bare essentials, the indestructable part. I'll be baaaaaaaack, lol.

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  5. scorched me / torched me, just brilliant.

    L Cohen is smiling.

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  6. Ohhh, high praise! Thank you, Miss Funster!

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  7. Thank you, Vodka Mom. Does this mean that "left you breathless"?

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  8. Hi Fireblossom~ To begin with I love your blogs title, and I am drawn to the unique!

    I can truly relate to this poem, especially:

    You flamed me.
    I blow like ashes,

    I just can't keep it together anymore.

    *** haven't we all been there ;)

    ~Calli

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  9. It's amazing how resilient the soul actually is, it's never truly destroyed - only feels it at times.

    Did you rise like the Pheonix?

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  10. Lil Bit, I've got to keep up with you, don't I? ;-)

    Calli, thank you, I'm glad you like the name I chose! :-) My apologies for taking so long to respond to this, I missed it somehow.

    Shrinky, yes I did. ;-)

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  11. THIS is the poem I loved. You have a way that lends such powerful imagery to your words.

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  12. I'm glad you liked it and took the time to find it again, Goddess. This was the second poem I wrote after waking from my long sleep, and the first good one.

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