Bruised broken bound by our
own sinew traps & tie-downs
we share souvenirs sores
of love lost twisted with
spikes of hope.
We circle this thing between us
poke it with sticks prod it
test it’s toughness measure
it’s mettle.
Scarlet stains of sadness
tattooed on our hearts we step
back stumble forward gauge
the heat of the bonfire.
Its flames in turn rage and
smolder reflect yellow-blue
in our eyes warm our faces
as we leap into the blaze.
8 comments:
CJ, creative and imaginative people often have difficult times with relationships. Your poem is beautiful and introspective. Be cautious, my dear friend. Your wounds have not yet healed.
you had the b's going, then the t's, the s's and then l's. i liked that attention to detail a lot. that makes for an entrance worth entering. and once inside, i am held captive at this meaningful bonfire and right of passage unfolding. so very well done.
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a lovely tradition,
beautiful burning words,
enjoyed it.
This is great, I love it.
I have most recently been adapting the Tao into my life by removing that which is not beautiful, that which is not useful, and that which does not bring me joy. Jumping into the fire can sometimes bring an exquisite pain -- at other times, it burns. Excellent piece with food for thought.
Awesome and vivid portrayal of the hesitance then the plunge. Bonfire! Perfect analogy!
http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/10/02/two-yearning-heart/
Gorgeous, tragic, fiery imagery.
http://pamanner.wordpress.com/2011/10/03/source/
This is fantastic and such a wonderful imagery piece thanks for sharing
http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/10/03/memories-and-photographs-of-you/
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