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Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Damn The Match

(Note: this poem was written for Sioux, a winner of the Sunday Quiz. She asked for either a poem about writing, or a poem to encourage her students. I hope that this is both.--Shay)

I said, damn the match that set me on fire,
But no one heard--
So I fanned myself with books, and oh
How I burned.

Damn the one who made me feel nothingly small,
This lonesome girl--
Then I spit my anger on a black-curling page,
And blistered the world.

Damn the distance that keeps my love from me,
The miles are sin--
Then I wrote out my love as a pink-fire dawn,
Warm on her skin.

Bless the match that each finger is,
To strike what I feel into words that be
An incendiary flow from soul to sky,
One burned-bright star that's made from...me.
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37 comments:

  1. Wow. What a prize. Amazing word crafting, as always.

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  2. oh you burn it down with your words shay...fingers as matches nice...

    no pork rinds though...smiles.

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  3. Is that you, Elvira? A poem is the most certain revenge, though tire treads over History's saddle shoes does have a certain, uh, panache. Emerson said a book should be a ball of fire, and this is a page torn from that potboiler of soul. - B

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  4. Love the way you've measured out the language in this one, perfectly matched, as it were, to each idea. That quote at the end I'd never heard--it says so much, as does this piece that serves a strong wine of words pressed from the past.

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  5. your play of words is amazing and powerful ~

    i can feel it burning right thru the screen ~

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  6. from soul to sky indeed,just beautiful,Shay.

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  7. LOVE this, especially the last verse!

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  8. the last verse is killer and i love the idea of fingers as matches! my favorite line ~

    "Then I wrote out my love as a pink-fire dawn,"

    gorgeous!

    dani ♥

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  9. This is a great poem. The last stanza is perfect. We consume ourselves writing words, yet continue to burn.

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  10. Damn! Hot Damn! The chocolate milk's on me, Poet...damn! :)

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  11. Keep blistering the world, we need to feel and to empathize. Potent work.

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  12. What a lucky woman I am right now. Shay wrote me a poem.
    Shay wrote me a poem.
    Shay wrote me a poem.

    I love it. Thank you so much.

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  13. Oh, I hear you! Damn indeed..just keep writing! :)

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  14. ..oh, praise-worthy... congratz Sioux!!!(:

    ~Kelvin S. M.

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  15. This poem reads like a blazing comet across the night sky.....it singes. It is the most fantastic thing I have read today. You are freaking brilliant.

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  16. Aloha from Waikiki;


    Comfort Spiral

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    > < } } ( ° >

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  17. wow... think of the students you've just inspired... not to mention us. Thank you.

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  18. fantastic and inspiring! Of course, now I have to think of something meaningful for you to write about. Oh, the pressure!

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  19. Aww no! That poor book. What did Ernest Hemingway ever do you?! Granted he can be a bit floral with his descriptors, but man could that cat write...

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  20. Those first two lines I love, and they set the tone for the entire piece. Oh, and you cracked me up with your comment at my place :)

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  21. Damn - I'm always a day late and a dollar short! How could I have missed the quiz???

    Loved this, Shay. I've missed your writing.

    The line:

    "...I wrote out my love as a pink-fire dawn" - perfection!

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  22. I love the symmetry and contrast between "damn the match" and "bless the match" that open and close the poem.

    David

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  23. Thankful for the child in us all

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  24. damn the troubles
    hard they can be
    but endure the person
    you have become or will be.

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  25. The closing stanza just hammered it home! Wonderful write ~ Rose

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  26. WOW! Your amazing poem just proves all the more who the great poets are...and I'm obviously including YOU! I'm here via Sioux's blog....and she had me believin' the 144 questions until I saw your comment! I am so dang gullible! If I'm not already a follower of yours, I don't know why....I'll have to check!

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  27. Bless the match that each finger is---YES! Print this out and put it on the wall.

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  28. Yes...going on my bulletin board. Next time someone asks me to explain myself, I'll hand over a copy of your right-on-target poem. How did you know?

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  29. The first stanza is as good as anything ever needs to be. It all holds together and gets better and better. Love how you poem, Shay. Always.
    Gay

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  30. Love the fire metaphor and the imagery you used to create the flow, and the rhyme. Thanks!

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  31. I agree--it's perfect. Lucky Sioux.

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  32. I like the fire burning from these fingers of yours! Keep striking the match.

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  33. Your fingers truly are matches that create sparkling flames. This tale, distilling at its end the ways of survival resulting from struggling and clawing to higher ground, is incandescent. Loved it. Amy
    PS My Poets United response to the prompt, Grass. Yes, I went there!
    http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/07/28/grass/

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