if i understood
how to open my eyes
would i dare to gaze
beyond the fragile strands
that define the only
place i’ve ever known
to examine the fires
which once heard
call me to walk
into the flames
without fear
as the flesh i so love
is stripped away, melted
mingled with the ash
of yesterday’s footsteps
breaking, falling
into a thousand pieces
as the resounding truth
carries me from this life
the only one
i have ever known
Woah, this is excellent! Yes, very powerfully evocative!!
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Thank you.
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You are most welcome!
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This one kinda punched me in the gut. Excellent poem.
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Thank you very much, Priscilla.
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Profound.
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Thank you.
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Intense and brilliant!
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Thank you for reading.
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Wow!
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Thanks.
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“the ash of yesterday’s footsteps” Thought provoking. Love this.
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Thank you.
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The intensity here is a real thing!
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Open with a question… end with tragedy…
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Damn! So good, River.
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Wonderful, River. An intensely evocative and beautifully chiselled poem.
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Thank you, Alli.
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You would dare😊
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I hope so.
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I have missed reading you. This is beautiful. It haunts and is brave, like so much of your poetry.
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Thanks, Susan. It’s good to see you, I hope you are doing well.
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Wow! This has powerful emotions behind it and a great tempo while reading. Lovely, River!
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Thank you, Susi.
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You’re welcome, River!
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Beautifully penned… I love it… ❤
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Thank you, Monica.
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Well written, but I don’t know if I like it. The message seems ambiguous.
We each have a life. Given to us as a gift. We can live in fear of death. We can carefully calculate the safety of each move we make, but that makes life empty and worthless. Therefore, some seek to give their whole heart using their life to a divine purpose. Others, less charitable, give all they have in a quest for “greatness.” They strive to elevate their self above all others.
No doubt there are other choices. To give their lives some sort of meaning or for the sake of security, men invent endless idols. All that seems clear from your poem is the wish to set aside that dread fear of death. That perhaps is more than enough for a poem — to crystalize fear of death and face it — but it is not enough for a life.
The fear of death is, of course, an old concern. Since the Bible is great literature, my guess is that even if you are not a Christian you are familiar with 1 Corinthians 15 starting at verse 12. If not, you may find it interesting. I think much of that passage is an allusion verse 24 below.
Thank you for not only reading but also for leaving such a thoughtful comment.
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As a Christian, to me the poem seems to be talking about the sometimes painful changes that come as a result of the regeneration of the Holy Spirit. Sanctification can be painful. Letting go of sin, the desires and comfort of the flesh, sometimes requires a little proverbial fire.
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Brilliant! 💗💞
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Thank you.
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You now I’ve just worked out that I’ve followed your blog for ages yet never, not once does your work appear on my ‘Reader’ hence my absence when it comes to reading your work. I think I’ve well over 100 blogs WP never send my way even though I ‘follow’. A pain in arse, yet I have now ‘ticked’ your ‘comments via email’ in the hope WP get around to allowing that…a few similar situations via email have, sadly, failed. That said, you are plainly a fine writer. Regards, Mike
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I’ve found the same thing happens for me with a number of blogs I follow. WordPress strangeness.
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The fire of baptism changes us forever, no longer the old, fearful creature. As they say, the phoenix risen from the ash. Death to the old self, rebirth of the spirit in the new realm.
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Exactly. You always seem to get where I’m coming from. Thank you.
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You’re welcome. It’s a privilege to be exposed to such rare thoughts.
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River,
I hear in this a challenging of self-identity and an openness to a new way of being. It takes courage to evolve.
This is a powerful poem. Thank you for sharing.
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Thank you for reading, Ali.
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