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Pyre Pedestals

Written: July 30, for contest Sponsored by: Rob Carmack 

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I sketch your pedigree in marrow script,
each speech slice out of salt spines— 
No ledger can fetter the flow of flame,
or control the smell of storm-born mind.
Wombs are pedestals blazed by pyre,
where armor converts into full ember.

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Paghunda Zahid Date: 8/2/2025 11:15:00 AM That's a brilliant write. I truly enjoyed reading it. Best wishes ..! Login to Reply

Susan Ashley Date: 8/1/2025 1:39:00 PM Dear Lasaad, your poem is composed with a passion that feels primal, inborn like one's ancestry. The use of rich intriguing words like "marrow", "spines", "wombs" give your imagery a deep, visceral yet soulful feeling reaching through one's body, soul and mind. Congratulations for your success in Rob's contest. Warmest wishes, my poet friend.. ~Susan Login to Reply

Valsa George Date: 7/31/2025 10:03:00 PM So profound with the use of choicest words. The title itself is so connotative. All the best, dear friend. Login to Reply

Krishnanand Guptar Date: 7/31/2025 8:15:00 AM Congratulations dear poet friend on your win in this contest with a metaphorical gem shining apace. Particularly appreciated the last two verses. Wishing you a bright day filled with light. Login to Reply

Rob Carmack Date: 7/31/2025 7:03:00 AM You never disappoint. Thank you for supporting my contest with your talent. Login to Reply Sotto Poet Date: 7/31/2025 8:27:00 AM Rob, I sincerely appreciate your efforts in hosting such exceptional contests. I greatly appreciate my excellent placement in your contest.

Victor Buhagiar Date: 7/31/2025 2:23:00 AM A poem one cannot help but admire. A quatrain so well composed. Login to Reply

Bj Legros Kelley Date: 7/31/2025 2:08:00 AM Wow, so beautifully poetic Sotto. Login to Reply

Bill Baker Date: 7/30/2025 10:04:00 PM Great vocabulary in this one, Sotto. " where armor converts into full ember". It seems to indicate a strength and will within that will not be broken by distraction or other forces from without. You should need no luck with this entry into the contest. A winner in my mind. Have a pleasant weekend, my dear friend. Bill Login to Reply

Kim Rodrigues Date: 7/30/2025 5:09:00 PM Love those middle lines! Login to Reply

Sara Etgen-Baker Date: 7/30/2025 4:57:00 PM interesting title...liked it, though. These are my favorite lines: No ledger can fetter the flow of flame, or control the smell of storm-born mind. I appreciate the depth of your poem with its statements about truth. Best wishes with the contest, dear Sotto! Login to Reply

Paige Hind Date: 7/30/2025 1:17:00 PM Deep, Sotto. I felt a lot of power. Login to Reply

Jay Narain Date: 7/30/2025 11:27:00 AM Your poem envisions identity, creativity, and heritage not as neatly logged and recorded, but as living fire—unfettered, ancestral, primal. It asserts that some truths are too visceral to ledger, too volatile to tame. Login to Reply