Monday, April 1, 2013

Cinders (reposted from 08/29/2012)



Cinders
By
Lisa A.Williams


Anointed-
unknowingly
by brick
or board.
Trash,
they were called
those tow headed girls
wanting to purge
this dry christening
which scathed
skin and soul,
its adornment
crushing the
childhood chant,
“names will never
hurt me.”
Lingering lyrics-
notes carried high
by those who sang of
castaways,
smelling of smoke
and cinder.
Undetected
by thought or word,
somehow they knew
the fire was always
smoldering.
Trash-
to be discarded,
unworthy.
They were singed
yet somehow
rose from the flames
and bore their blistering-
purified.

7 comments:

  1. I like that though they were singed, the poem ends with strength and they WERE able to rise from the flames.

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  2. And they deserve kudos and hoorays. Powerful, evocative, truth-telling writing.

    http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2013/04/01/it-begins/

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  3. I'm with Mary... I love the glimmer of hope in the ending.

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  4. ah i like the phoenix effect there in the end...sometimes we have to live through that fire, to truly be alive...

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  5. One of my favorites of yours! Hope you had a wonderful Easter Lisa!

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  6. And so you turn them into mythic heroes. :)

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