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The Fire Rages On...

the fire rages on….

smoke hot and murky 
(like sodden dank  old whiskey)
burns the backs of her brooding eye lids
as she watches fires power frolic 
like a mesmerizing ghost
                  it consumes with licking fingers
the aromatic lavender and the intricate lilies
destroying so slowly 
                the dark hard leather
                           and delicate white lace
(it could be gone in an instant)

the quiet like a devastation spills into her
like bodies of the long passed
                                       (already ascended)
eyes like cheap gin
on a Saturday night
begging to be borrowed
in someone else’s head

forms of faces out of tune like an old scratched record
replaying into a wiped out ancient black sky
breeding dismay between what should be kissed lips

burrowing into flames she sketches with her ruby red
and shadowed pink mouth
(had it always been this way?)
she….with fragile fingers
                                    twining and untwining
(with temptation of a rose thorn)
      unhealed with lacerations 

does she own the capacity 
                                      on her own 
  to block the fierceness of the sun?

beneath the stale sirens
(pounding out a raucous rhythm
                                    on her heart) 
of a raw and frantic flutter
she hears the wild piercing
of wings beating in futility
        against harsh walls
rat tat tatting….rat tat tatting….
battering and scattering 
                                  trapped inside a cage

“fly free….just fly free!” 

she pleads to the lady she visits every  Friday
                 “why the hesitation?”
as she whimpers from the wounds
                  old and dead and long buried
in the ground beneath a willow

and still the fire rages and rampages
                                          steals the flower petals 
while ripping through the forest 
as she trips on tender heels of the never fast enough

smoke still burns the backs of her brooding eyelids….











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  1. Date: 6/9/2009 5:47:00 PM
    i so can relate on many different levels hot spicy and exciting great piece my friend thanks for the comments

  1. Date: 4/27/2009 6:21:00 AM
    I found it very complex...That's why I like it!! You guide the readers for intricated paths, out of this world, dreamlike scenes. And fire...Interesting, i'm still working on it...Ruben.

  1. Date: 4/26/2009 6:21:00 AM
    What a static fantasy - flying without movement, all in the head, behind the eyes, a soul looking at self in a darkling mirror. Exciting stuff! Love, daver

  1. Date: 4/26/2009 2:44:00 AM
    That is one hot hot fire, my sweet friend, man, one day I will find it quenched. thank you always for your support hun, in every way, blessings always, love you, K

  1. Date: 4/25/2009 6:02:00 AM
    Must've missed this one, I found myself at the beginning and racing to the end reading faster and faster. When I read you poetry it's spoken so deliberately in my head like every word must have a purpose. Nice job kiddo

  1. Date: 4/24/2009 10:18:00 AM
    Wow, I felt this in my spirit...does that make sense? I am of that intense fire, too...and oh god, do I understand and I feel this so deeply. Such a burning passion, fierce pain within...yet it never consumes itself, just waiting to find something that can handle the flame...Love, Sara:)

  1. Date: 4/24/2009 2:33:00 AM
    Powerful poetry here Christie, captivating write! TY! james

  1. Date: 4/24/2009 12:01:00 AM
    Bless you Christie for your encouraging words and welcome comments.Rgds Brian

  1. Date: 4/23/2009 10:37:00 PM
    Magnificent, as always! ...superb language and imagery. Well done my dear!! Blessings and hugs, Keith

  1. Date: 4/23/2009 11:37:00 AM
    I'm always blwon away by your work, amazing use of imagery as always. This is a brilliant narrative...Raul

  1. Date: 4/23/2009 9:20:00 AM
    Christie your poetry is just amazing to read - Introspective poetry line by line - the need to be free within is such a powerful force that you have nailed to the essence of my soul - Such a beautiful gift you are to us all - YF4L, God Bless, MJ

  1. Date: 4/23/2009 1:46:00 AM
    Such imagery Christie..the fire rages.. in your talented pen.Rgds Brian & thanks for your welcome comments

  1. Date: 4/22/2009 4:34:00 PM
    *APPLAUSE*...and reflection...*MORE APPLAUSE* and reflection. I might have to say this is your best poem, there are many to choose from...but the style of this one is after my own heart. As I read it, I wondered, how much is purposeful introspection...and how much was your heart pouring out that I was able to translate? That's what makes a classic poem!! Take a bow Princess!!! Love, Me

  1. Date: 4/22/2009 12:16:00 PM
    Wow, Christie! The "raw and frantic flutter" is something to which I can relate. Guess we all feel "trapped" sometimes, longing to break out and "just fly free!" Excellent images that have a great impact on the reader. Well done!

  1. Date: 4/22/2009 11:04:00 AM
    Powerful lines in this introspective write. Such frustration to finally be free of the want, of old scars, of so much more. Wanting, waiting, needing to be free, to love? This caged bird sings. Swept away by your captivating words. Love, Shar

  1. Date: 4/22/2009 9:20:00 AM
    of wings beating in futility ... poignant and great line, the poem sweeps one up to its crescendo ... and makes the heart beat strong. Great write. Love and peace.

  1. Date: 4/22/2009 8:54:00 AM
    Wow!! You know your worth. I definitely would love to read more of this kind of poetry from you.. start considering a book for you. vivid imagination,you "capture" your reader!!!.Keep this up!!!

  1. Date: 4/22/2009 6:06:00 AM
    Hello Christie.... powerful imagery in this poem Christie.... strong soul searching behind and within the flames ... of a raw and frantic flutter she hears the wild piercing of wings beating in futility against harsh walls rat tat tatting….rat tat tatting…. battering and scattering trapped inside a cage “fly free….just fly free!” ..... resounding stanza... ! Talented and gifted writing, as always... :)

  1. Date: 4/22/2009 5:48:00 AM
    This is a very strong write. I read it three times and each time I find myself discovering new things in the piece....you are such a talent my dearest friend..you can write withthe best of them..now I just need to know what the hell you are talking about.

  1. Date: 4/22/2009 5:23:00 AM
    a draining poem but most effective... and your using words that can never limit both imagination and objectivity, love the write loved it! (like sodden dank old whiskey)