Bonfires

Some things in life you cannot fix, so we burn blemished bridges. Throw leftovers into bonfires, watching silent embers blaze in grandiose gold and orange flames. Wait, as toxic smoke smoulders clear.

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Bill Baker

Date: 2/22/2024 9:51:00 PM

Good use of metaphor of bonfire for the way we humans let rage burn inside of us letting negative feeling blaze, becoming toxic. Then we must take time to let the fumes of hatred or disgust simmer, them blow away. Spread the ashes and be done with it ... move on. Thanks for sharing your poetry with us, Silent One. I always enjoy the way you transform your thoughts into poetry, my friend. Write On! Bill

Joe Maverick

Date: 2/22/2024 10:36:00 AM

A write on the fire-light...In the dark shedding Medium bright, its flickers help define the night.' Deep thoughts range, within a fitful almost; quiet..'

Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 2/19/2024 11:39:00 AM

How true your eloquent poem speaks to me Silent One, 'Some things in life you cannot fix'. So we create a bonfire and watch ' embers blaze in grandiose gold and orange flames. Wait, as toxic smoke smoulders clear'. The only way to say goodbye to lingering feelings,. Hugs and blessings, Jennifer.

Sotto Poet

Date: 2/19/2024 10:37:00 AM

In life, there are certain things that cannot be repaired, so we choose to let go of damaged connections—what a beautifully symbolic beginning, my dear companion. It resonates with such profound truth.

Joe Dimino

Date: 2/19/2024 10:15:00 AM

I'm reminded of the old saying, not to burn bridges behind one -- sometimes purification can only come about through fire; not God's first choice I tend to think. Thoughtful write my friend.

Regina Mcintosh

Date: 2/19/2024 9:08:00 AM

True, yet - brings a tear, a terrified tear, a trembling tear, a silent tear... and, possibly some fear. God bless you. You always manage to stir up from your quiet lines.... visions in time. Love to you and God bless you too. Love, Gina

Sara Kendrick

Date: 2/19/2024 6:37:00 AM

Yes, SO, somethings cannot be fixed no matter how hard we try. Most of the time it takes in personal affairs forgiveness, and it would be nice to have an apology but most of the time it does not happen so forgiveness is the key to healing. With worn out bridges, they have to be disassembled and a new one built. Thanks for sharing this short well thought out one with a great topic and for stopping by my page. Sara K

Vijay Pandit

Date: 2/19/2024 5:23:00 AM

Some things in life you cannot fix, so we burn blemished bridges--- wonderfully metaphoric opening my friend. So true!

Maria Williams

Date: 2/18/2024 11:04:00 PM

I love bonfires, ahh, but if only they could really take away blemished bridge toxic fumes and clear. Great thoughts S1...Hugs

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 2/18/2024 10:42:00 PM

This is sure a cool take in bonfires. Great poem, S O

Victor Buhagiar

Date: 2/18/2024 10:11:00 PM

I love bonfires especially when they are organised and sing-a-long.

Unseeking Seeker

Date: 2/18/2024 9:10:00 PM

repression however helps not, since the demon resurrects itself, aided by remorse, guilt, shame and tremulous regret of something better could have been. powerful poem, Silent One, reflecting upon these lines, our surrender deepens, acceptance strengthens.

Jeanette Swan

Date: 2/18/2024 8:09:00 PM

I was liking the grandiose gold and orange flames - seemingly a splendid removal of those unfixable things, and then smiled with the contrasting, but true, toxic fumes of that unsettled business burnt (or buried). A thought provoking poem. J :)

Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 2/18/2024 3:54:00 PM

we live in a 'disposable' society--one that things nothing of tossing aside anything we perceive we can't fix--material possessions and people. Loved the bonfire metaphor and the 'toxic smoke'--indeed our 'tossing and disposing' is toxic to both the environment and relationships. Okay, off my soap box now. Enjoyed the read! have a pleasant evening, Sara

Duke Beaufort

Date: 2/18/2024 3:23:00 PM

You have identified a large problem with our civilization. It's actually nice to be surrounded by imperfect and old things rather than trashing them. One of the big environmental problems is with plastic. Of course we also have problems with relationships that we might burn or trash. Same idea either way. It's not healthy.

Mystic Rose Rose

Date: 2/18/2024 3:11:00 PM

We are so quick to throw away such valuable things, like emotion love and all that we can't carry the weight of, I love the heart of this poem, S

Aqua Marine

Date: 2/18/2024 11:38:00 AM

So strange, I feel like I'm being "sent in the right direction, SO. I've just watched two bonfire videos, sent by a friend who is a metal artist... The scraps of metal he put on the fire sent orange and blue flames up in an awesome display. Mesmerizing. I've seen him prepare a" cleansing " bonfire that shot up two stories high...Flecks of fire" flies "flew into the night sky. It was the first time he'd invited friends to his home, from being reclusive. Your poem is a healing poem. Understood.

Jim Slaughter

Date: 2/18/2024 10:41:00 AM

Yes, and sometimes we tend to hold on to those things we can't fix for far too long before finally letting go...if we ever do. Great piece, S O.

Jude Herrick

Date: 2/18/2024 9:13:00 AM

Those silent embers are fueled by a history, Indeed, each brilliant surge an unanswered question illuminating itself as a riddle or a question, sometimes even a lesson or memory that may be a starting point affixed in a glare staring back.

Ink Empress

Date: 2/18/2024 8:12:00 AM

Its always such a pleasure reading your poems dear silent one. I absolutely love the depth of your words woven in such eloquence, whether short or long your words are soulful! I love the subtle use of alliterations and flow of your lines. And especially love “ watching silent embers blaze in grandiose gold and orange flames.“ how descriptive and creative! And you are right somethings in life cannot be fixed and so we end up burning bridges that are blemished! Well said! Such wisdom! Truth! BOL!