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There’s a quiet
burning along the edges
of this city, a crimson horizon
embered in scar
-let grief, a longing song.
Even these trees carry bruises
and ruses
of their own, but I
am born
of silence.
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prompted by this poem:
Sonoma Fire
BY JANE HIRSHFIELD
Large moon the deep orange of embers.
Also the scent.
The griefs of others—beautiful, at a distance.
from over at Toads.
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Beautiful. It gives me a whole new way to see sunset, burning along the edges. So many scars and bruises.
I love this.
Beautiful. The words keep resonating after the reading is finished.
Beautiful response ~ I specially like the word break here:
scar
-let grief, a longing song.
Thanks for participating and wishing you happy week ~
i see the sky here as observing a forest fire. But it could totally be a poem about grief and how it can freeze you.
The break and its double meaning is brilliant. Love this!
or and its double meanings are brilliant…I don’t know…it didn’t sound right after I clicked it through… 🙂
There is a lovely lyrical lit to this poem. “I am born of silence,” love it!
a crimson horizon
embered in scar
-let grief…………….gorgeousness