Burned


Photo credit: lukeok from morguefile.com



Sketch my heart
In charcoal
Portraying the scars
So others may point judging fingers
Like winter hardened twigs

Flaws
Bold in black
Beauty
Buried in shades of gray

Spectators trace my charred lines
Smudging them...
As my memory blurs
From your thoughts
Affixing me with the unimportant
Like we never were...

Dana



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  1. dang...you really bring on the emotion as you go along in this...love the drawing of the heart...letting others touch your scars and them smearing them...but what a whumph in the end there...

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    1. Thank you so much Brian! I'm really proud of this one. It came at me and begged to be written!

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  2. This is pretty much awesome. I especially like these:

    "Sketch my heart
    In charcoal"

    "Flaws
    Bold in black
    Beauty"

    "As my memory blurs
    From your thoughts
    Affixing me with the unimportant
    Like we never were"

    Excellent, so-very-sad ending.

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    1. Thank you very much! I really appreciate you stopping by to read!

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  3. Emotional write--the last bit just grabbed me--really well done!

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  4. This saddens me. Especially the "Like we never were." And the pointing of fingers. Yes, truly sad.

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    1. It definitely is a sad situation written directly from the heart. Thank you Mary!!

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  5. This is a stunning poem... I especially like the first stanza, Dana.

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    1. Thank you Laurie!! I appreciate your comment!!

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  6. Affixing me with the unimportant
    Like we never were...oh hecke...what a tight close...a very emotional write dana

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  7. Wow! This is starkly beautiful and packed with emotion. You did very well!

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    1. Oh Jo, thank you for coming to visit. I do appreciate your opinion!!

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  8. The way you chose to spell Burned and not burnt talks with the verses...as if living in the traces left!

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    1. Yes, the wounds are still very fresh. Thanks Akila!

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  9. The opening lines grabbed me ~ Searing write here with that image too ~

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