Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Pages to Burn


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I revised this poem in haste as I didn't leave the original poem to be compared to the new revision. Also now that I re-read this version I do not believe it fits. I am not sure what I was thinking I believe this was to be a new poem that I thought was part of pages to burn. However, this does not work for Pages To Burn as it is a poem all on it's own. Yes, I never felt like it was completed but not to the point of of changing the entire poem. I do beg you to move to the next poem until I can put the original back up. Also for any revision the original will remain on this blog unless otherwise stated.
Thank you for visiting my blog and for  the interest in this poem or if it was a favorite. I apologize for the haste in my thoughts and fingers.

I DO REALIZE IT HAS BEEN ALMOST 3 YEARS SINCE MY HASTE OF REVISION BUT PLEASE BARE WITH ME FOR THE NEW CONSTRUCTION OF THIS SITE AND THE CHANGES NEEDING TO BE MADE. THANK YOU!



You are a lesson
I must learn
written on the pages
of a book
that must burn,
standing still
you unveil me;
stripped and naked
you wash away the dirt
bringing me back to earth.

In the night
you silence my cry
holding me, whispering;
in the day
you beckon for me
to follow, to come
pushing me in the water
I no longer feel numb.

You are a lesson
I must learn
written on the pages
of a book
that must burn,
laying down
you spread the ashes
cleansing me
from my curse
as you bring me
back to earth.



Written 04-05-11 revised 10-30-12

4 comments:

  1. no longer a fortress you brought me to earth....powerful.

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  2. this is filled with emotion...the burning of ones book to me is a powerful message as i hold them dear...esp ones i write...nicely done.

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  3. Timely after the burning of the Quran a couple of weeks ago...Certainly ashes, ashes...but when you fall down it is with the book...then

    Tearing my wall
    taking my veil
    Holding my tears
    Silencing my call.

    Powerful ending...tearing my wall reminds me of the Wailing Wall in Jerusalem...papers as prayers pushed into the stones. Papers as books, burned only if the wall is burned again...stay tuned. Thanks for this poem.

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  4. Your words reminded me of Frozen- Madonna!
    Intense Laura!!

    Love x

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