grasp me tight around
the edges and shake me
out like a blanket; scatter
loose these ashes and
let the wind sweep me
clean. you pulled me
like a burning stick from
the fire and sometimes I
still feel the flame. Am I
now just dried wood?
chaff floating away on
the stream? scorched
but not consumed. quenched.
embers still glow,
red hot…let me
be fuel. my hands do
not forget.
It's not prose but it's not perfect, so I'm linking up with Emily today:
19 comments:
I really like this poem, Laura. I like the idea that "sometimes I still feel the flame" even after being pulled from the fire.
This poem reminded me of the fascinating briquette. Making them is an art, primitive, useful. To many societies briquettes are the primary source of fuel for warmth and cooking. They burn completely clean because the carbon has been released in the process. It makes them useful, useable, valuable, long burning, even temperature........ I'll send you a cool link if you want. It might make you cry when you recognize yourself. :)
I like this a lot. A whole lot.
nice. sometimes i feel that way...i have been meditating on Psalm 119: 25-32 which i think speaks to this...
And it is a blessing to remember the flame and the Rescue.
That's a risky prayer, to allow all that to happen to you! May it be proven worth it over and over again.
sometimes i still feel the flame... let me be fuel...
yes. it seems wild, that sometimes we want to hurt, but when it's for the greater good--"let me be fuel." laura, you've done it again. so well written. i love that you linked. e.
oh i love it! :)
"my hands do/not forget"
they don't, do they.
oh yes ..swept clean by the wind . me too
love the image of the stick in the fire, Laura. It's stunning.
love it!
fabulous, so well done.
Shake me out like a blanket. Oh, the whole poem so blessed me.
Beautiful. So beautiful.
Blessings,
Bren
Any poem with the word "edges" gets me. :)
brilliant poem.
keep smiling!
keep writing!
Glad to Land at your fantastic poetry land today,
How are you?
Love your poetry talent, Please join us at Jingle Poetry Monday potluck today,
First time participants can link in 1 to 3 old poems, poems unrelated to our theme are welcome!
Happy Tuesday/Wednesday!
Hope to see you in.
xxx
Courtney,
See Amos 4:11b. Scripture is my greatest muse.
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