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If what burned here could be named
Nobody ever talks
of the beauty
of nightmares
how fireflies
spend their lives
searing in Hell
flaming the night
as they go
how the kiss can char
until there’s nothing left
but ash to scrape
epitaphs into
terror is not a devil;
it is the price
of furious love.
Published 13th Jan 2021
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13th Jan 2021 6:31pm
I read this earlier this morning and I was waiting to comment until I had something of value to say. But here I am, wanting you to know that I have read it and think it fantastic, but I have nothing to actually say.
Other than a tiny thing that trips me up. and that's the image of scraping epitaphs into ash. can you scrape anything into ash? won't it just crumble and blow away. which, i guess could be the point and i'm just being too literal.
anyway. even if you leave that bit exactly the way it is, i love this!
Other than a tiny thing that trips me up. and that's the image of scraping epitaphs into ash. can you scrape anything into ash? won't it just crumble and blow away. which, i guess could be the point and i'm just being too literal.
anyway. even if you leave that bit exactly the way it is, i love this!
13th Jan 2021 10:10pm
You don’t have to say anything, love. Just feeling a poem is more than enough. Thanks for either 😊
You can scrape ash. Whenever I build a fire, I always scrape pictures / shapes in the residual ash. And yes you’re right - impermanent and intentional. So the image was a bit more personal than I’m gonna let on too much 😉
Thanks ever so for your smashing thoughts.
-M
You can scrape ash. Whenever I build a fire, I always scrape pictures / shapes in the residual ash. And yes you’re right - impermanent and intentional. So the image was a bit more personal than I’m gonna let on too much 😉
Thanks ever so for your smashing thoughts.
-M
13th Jan 2021 10:51pm
Well that makes sense. In my head there was this face made completely of ash, just floating there I guess, and then someone trying to scrape something into that ash and it just disintegrating. But if the ash is on something then...duh! 😆
16th Jan 2021 5:23am
This one has me perplexed. I've read it a few times and come away with different interpretations. My simplistic mind came away with you fell in love and got burned (based on your hashtags), but I feel i'm missing something.
But the use "epitaph" makes me also consider the loved one died; hence the "nightmare". Or its being used in a way, "that they are dead to you".
But the use "epitaph" makes me also consider the loved one died; hence the "nightmare". Or its being used in a way, "that they are dead to you".
Hello there.
Finally, somebody who offered their own interpretation of a piece. Well thank God for you.
That’s the beauty of poetry — a poem can mean whatever you attach to it, and the glory of commenting is to know what vision the reader applies to it. Of course there is no right or wrong way to interpret a piece, and as a rule, I never tell when I receive a comment going “what does this mean” — that’s up to you to decide.
I’m glad you established the death in the poem.
Thank you for genuinely questioning what you read. Restored my faith somewhat.
-M
Finally, somebody who offered their own interpretation of a piece. Well thank God for you.
That’s the beauty of poetry — a poem can mean whatever you attach to it, and the glory of commenting is to know what vision the reader applies to it. Of course there is no right or wrong way to interpret a piece, and as a rule, I never tell when I receive a comment going “what does this mean” — that’s up to you to decide.
I’m glad you established the death in the poem.
Thank you for genuinely questioning what you read. Restored my faith somewhat.
-M
