Monday, February 17, 2014

Burning



In a proud fire
she burned
clad in ashen righteousness.

Martyrdom-
she never sought
it found her
clenching fairness
from the game.

Winning
was always the goal
but being right
left a scorching heat
melting away all the victory.

Standing alone
with her prize
she wondered
if a curse had not been
bestowed upon her

as she blew the ashes
into the still air
suffocating in their
lingering dust-

 And the years still
 remained the same.

11 comments:

  1. Lisa,

    This poem reminds me of a close relative. Similar behaviours and happy to be so.

    Eileen

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  2. Being right can come at a hefty price....Great piece!!

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  3. there is a sadness there in the end....
    i agree with susie...being right is not always the best

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  4. Sometimes it's lonely to live like that.

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  5. And the years still remained the same: sad, but we can't change the past. Better to concentrate on the now.

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  6. Sad and lonely...winning isn't everything...I know some too well that alienate others simply because they must always be "right". Poignant and well written Lisa.

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  7. Whew, I wonder sometime if winning is everything...

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  8. What price is winning if all we will get in the ashes are ashes ~ Thought provoking write here Lisa ~

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  9. Sometimes it's not about being right, but the way you win... I have met people like that, and sometimes I wonder if I see myself a little ...

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  10. Interesting poem. To compromise or to take the moral high ground that is the question. A pyrrhic victory is never good. The best victory is to be detached and genuinely not caring if you win or not.

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