so the story goes

reaching cautiously in to
my bag of worthless memories
I pull out yesterday
and resolve to build a pyre

the warmest of your wishes
on the hottest day of summer
couldn’t melt the ice
built up around your heart

tenderness an alien
visitor to your shores
dying to go home but
you can’t get there from here

and so the story goes
why do I still bother
this book so newly written
is never to be read

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4 Comments

  1. WOW! Awesome, my dear!

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    • Thank you, the first three lines came to me as a phrase, and it was just such nice imagery that I had to do something with it 😀

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  2. damommza

     /  February 16, 2012

    Love the visuals in this, especially the pyre, warmest, summer, hotest, ice around your heart..Very sad, but very moving. 😀

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    • Thanks, but it tells you how much attention I pay to what I’m writing, I never considered how the pyre would tie in to the following lines 😆

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