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Fifteen minutes after I left his side
he burst into the house
like flames raging through
a bonfire of forgotten flaws.
I could hear his voice bellow
a colorful discourse
from the bowels
of the dungeon
dragging in dirt from the past
and digging up rusty things
that had yet to surface!
Everything spun in an upward spiral
through the unfinished laundry chute
out into the kitchen
where I felt the lifeless weight
of my apron begin
as I faced his heat.
I didnít hear every word,
but I heard enough.
I just wanted to gather my ashes
and quietly blow away.
Submitted on 2011-11-25 09:29:57
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revisiting this one i just marvel at your metaphors....and similes...
"like flames raging through a bonfire of forgotten flaws"
really nice one there...among others...
words like ammunition...shooting holes through our self-esteem
| Posted on 2012-06-17 00:00:00 | by
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words can be so hurtful...i see the "house" as heart---
like leaving someone and then having that person turn on you with a barrage of blame--
after awhile you shut your ears...and you want to just disappear---but you can't...and the words continue to burn.
people can make us feel responsible...when often we are not the ones. This has happened to me...especially in one relationship
i remember...this poem helps me remember.
the last two lines bring it to perfect closure---at least for the poem if not for the speaker.
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