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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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.
ReplyDeleteI really like this line ~ It's the foundation of what the poems all about. It's beautiful !
ReplyDelete"You flamed me.
I blow like ashes"
And this poem burns as well - HOT!
ReplyDeleteThanks, ladies! Yes Grace, the bones are what's left, the bare essentials, the indestructable part. I'll be baaaaaaaack, lol.
ReplyDeletescorched me / torched me, just brilliant.
ReplyDeleteL Cohen is smiling.
Ohhh, high praise! Thank you, Miss Funster!
ReplyDeleteand THAT'S cool TOO!!!!!!! WOW!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Vodka Mom. Does this mean that "left you breathless"?
ReplyDeleteHot! On fire! =)
ReplyDeleteHi Fireblossom~ To begin with I love your blogs title, and I am drawn to the unique!
ReplyDeleteI 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
It's amazing how resilient the soul actually is, it's never truly destroyed - only feels it at times.
ReplyDeleteDid you rise like the Pheonix?
Lil Bit, I've got to keep up with you, don't I? ;-)
ReplyDeleteCalli, 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. ;-)
THIS is the poem I loved. You have a way that lends such powerful imagery to your words.
ReplyDeleteI'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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