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I Pretend...
...there was a fire.
It's heat curled and burned all the photos and cards I had saved.
It's flames engulfed my furniture and curtains.
It melted and scorched my Christmas ornaments, nativity scene and
pine cone lights.
The pages of my books curled as the flames consumed them.
Quilt tops, never to be finished, burned to ashes. Their colors
obliterated.
Stereo, television, clothes, fabric, kitchen, bedroom...all gone.
I pretend there was a fire, this is how I can better accept the
loss of so much...
and more.
It's heat curled and burned all the photos and cards I had saved.
It's flames engulfed my furniture and curtains.
It melted and scorched my Christmas ornaments, nativity scene and
pine cone lights.
The pages of my books curled as the flames consumed them.
Quilt tops, never to be finished, burned to ashes. Their colors
obliterated.
Stereo, television, clothes, fabric, kitchen, bedroom...all gone.
I pretend there was a fire, this is how I can better accept the
loss of so much...
and more.
Published 14th Mar 2014
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14th Mar 2014 8:44pm
A great tone in this poem and well written - could even be longer with great lists of loss (like that great poet of lists whitman) but is also great as it is:)
