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After The Fires

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Singed by new tears,

the world is charred

along once perfectly

aligned edges. Like a

book fallen new and crisp

into a lit fireplace

retrieved, but the pages

nibbled, the words blurred,

the cover a ruin.

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Once re-read, fondly

and much remembered, all

that the owner stowed timely

inside; a bookmark, a photo,

has been maliciously

reduced to gone.


Everything authored or most

cherished, nurtured and kept

dearly becomes some impossible

now of hard scorched and dark

ashed. From memory to print;

lain out in beloved patterns

of permanence, what remains

the fingers now scan halfly.

 

Looking back dominates

the emptiness of afterwards

viewed and reviewed along

a set of self-induced horizons.

Closed eyes, imprinted with shock, morph into grief.

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Indelicately,a hellish landscape smolders and transcends all boundaries of reason to live where sometwisted mirror sneers

at unwashed tear tracks.

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Lady A

10-28-17

215a

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for Tora, our  incompl. From the heart - allets -

 

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©28 October 2017 - 6:48am — allets
30 October 2017 - 1:05am — darkpool
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So true

These lines ring so true to me. We were visiting in Santa Rosa, and woke up to flames on the horizon and ashes and smoke in the air. Five miles away, thousands of homes and scores of lives vanished in the flames, and we packed up and ran. We will always feel sorry for the folks who lost everything in the wildfires. 

My Secret River

29 October 2017 - 7:39pm — Daniel-59
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Looking back dominates the

Looking back dominates

the emptiness of afterwards

viewed and reviewed along

a set of self-induced horizons.


You know I'm going to have to run with this somewhere down the line  , Much Liked  ~ D D ~


Every story-teller bends the myth to his own purpose. that's why a Hero has a thousand faces

29 October 2017 - 8:30pm — Daniel-59
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in a world where looking back

in a world where looking back dominates
the emptiness of afterwards
viewed and reviewed along
a set of self-induced horizons
each passing day the fires of the soul
fade to embers
each night spent holding tight to the anger
wondering why no mater what you do
you can't rise from the ashes
with death following your footsteps
entirely to close for comfort
and the bucket list oh so long with
only a few checked off do to health
budget or both
people you'd like to see again but knowing you won't
recanting the failures you would do anything to make right
the ashes from the bridges burned are piled high
the wounds of the heart are ragged edged and deep
a world conflicted by words left to hanging
like lingering cigarette smoke and stale beer
surrounded by people who care
but still feeling totally alone
they just aren't that one
yeah a world where looking back dominates
the emptiness of the afterwards

~ D Donner ~

Every story-teller bends the myth to his own purpose. that's why a Hero has a thousand faces

29 October 2017 - 8:48pm — allets
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Totally Surprised

To have touched something that brought out a few words on the topic. Thank you very much for giving me the opportunity to swap lies with you. - Stella

 

 

28 October 2017 - 6:32pm — Incompl
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Beautifully written. I admire

Beautifully written. I admire all your words, Lady A! I especially love self-induced horizons, I just can't say how much. 

Let your teeth show

28 October 2017 - 9:14pm — allets
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U R Deserving

Glad to know you as person and poet - sincerely, Stella