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.

__________________________


14 comments:

Grace DeWitt said...

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.

Tracey-Ann said...

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"

Cynthia said...

And this poem burns as well - HOT!

Fireblossom said...

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

Jannie said...

scorched me / torched me, just brilliant.

L Cohen is smiling.

Fireblossom said...

Ohhh, high praise! Thank you, Miss Funster!

Vodka Mom said...

and THAT'S cool TOO!!!!!!! WOW!

Fireblossom said...

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

Lil Bit said...

Hot! On fire! =)

Calli said...

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

Shrinky said...

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?

Fireblossom said...

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. ;-)

*Goddess* said...

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

Fireblossom said...

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.