I am at a bon fire
Teens like me all around..
Everyone drinking
talking
laughing
living..
Except me..
I sit
I am mesmerized
by the fire..
Watching the flames
lapping towards the sky
Listening as it crackles..
As if it is talking to me..
this fire..
this beauty..
this living entity
it beckons me..
Come into my flames..
I am safe and warm..
I will protect you..
Through me you can be reborn..
Let me take you..
Let my inferno save you
I stand..
I walk slowly into the flames..
I am yellow and orange
I am strong
I feel no pain..
I burn to nothing..
Now I am but ashes
on the cold ground..
Until the wind comes
and carries my ashes..
to places I want to be
To playgrounds
with laughter
To mountains
To trees
To large open fields..
I mingle with seeds..
Now I am part of every season..
winter, fall, summer, and spring..
Suddenly I am growing..
a radiant flower ..
alive once again.
Now I am part of many..
No longer am I alone..
I now have a family..
and nature is my home.
ERICA
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Reviews of "Inferno"
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on January 25, 2003
If we could be what we wanted
to be. What a notorious
nature world this would be.
Great poetry!
Reviewed by Betty Rickard (Reader)
Reviewed on January 25, 2003
Just a beautiful poem...Great write..written very well..Enjoyed reading your poem ..
Be blessed,
Betty
Reviewed by William M. Sowman
Reviewed on January 22, 2003
Erica, I think this is brilliant and realy is a publishable poem. This is your forte; straight forward feeling poetry. Don't lose the ability to flow your work from the heart. It is your strong suit. Let all the things that bother you loose and free them to the world, and gradually you will become a mature woman sought out by everyone cause your brillance will shine through to all those who read you. I am a strong supporter of your work. But most of all I am a friend who won't blow smoke up your ass. Ok? Bill
Murray.
This is something i dig. I relate entirely and ive done the same myself only a few months ago. Lovely. I know how it feels while sitting around but somehow your elsewhere and indulging your sense of hereness and nowhereness. Namaste
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to be. What a notorious
nature world this would be.
Great poetry!
Be blessed,
Betty
Murray.
josie