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A POEM: DYING FIRES
© 2008, Reprinted by Alicen Jay, nom de plume for the author
DYING FIRES Lighting fires we know will die,
Making sure bridges behind me still stand,
Silently the piper and his friends converge
with statements
for past services rendered.
My drummer beckons,
Far ahead this time,
And the piper hesitates,
Then follows as I beckon him,
bidding him listen
to a beat he's never heard before.
We dance in the firelight
of fires we know will die
(a moat built 'round
to save all the bridges behind us,
and all the ones before),
And still my drummer beckons.
I follow him,
alone this time,
Leaving dying fires
and statements in the ashes.
- Alicen Jay
4 comments from 2 users
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posted by
ApolloDawn
on Aug 24, 2008 at 09:15 AM
Really nice; love the mystery.
posted by
ALICEN
on Aug 24, 2008 at 10:20 AM
Thank you, ApolloDawn. Interesting that you could see mystery. Comments like yours make me reread it to find out if I could see what you did. Impossible, I know, but valuable to me. Thanks again. posted by
ApolloDawn
on Aug 24, 2008 at 10:56 AM
The mystery was in the way that readers could either wonder about the details you had in mind (where the drummer is going, what is being left behind) or supply their own details and lend personal relevance to the poem. Either way, it works. posted by
ALICEN
on Aug 26, 2008 at 01:12 PM
ApolloDawn: Thanks! (Sorry so late getting back to you.)
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