Flicker, twitch
Flicker, twitch
Metal clinks from hand to hand,
dancing as it sparks
flash, flame
flutter, falter
Die.
Crumpled, torn mass unfurled,
Smoothed. a pause.
Memories catch in throat,
a shudder escapes,
Tears are denied.
flash, flame
flutter, falter
Die.
Page by page, remembers, reads
Pouring over every jot
And Her Smell Damnit all!
a hint of Heaven on the page
And garbage.
flash, flame
flutter, falter
Die.
Fist squeezes, leaves palm
imprinted, burning hot
eyes shut out rage,
see through to the End,
only that will suffice
Flicked thumb again opens metal maw
My Everything, In Awe of My All,
rush of fire unleashed in hunger
sheets afire, hands let feeling go
flash, flame
flutter, falter
Dead.
an offering to heaven, the blackened hell falls.
a clink closed, back turned on the deed,
walks, exeunt stage right.
Now: how to live free?













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The man who smiles when things go wrong has thought of someone to blame it on.
Now if only I could figure out something better to say than "Fwumph" of fire
"gout" came to mind, as did "guttering," but those go more with the word flame than fire and I'm hesitant about overusing the word flame. Seeing as how it's both part of the refrain and describing the imprint left by the lighter in the palm....
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The only think I'd change (and this is just a quibble-bibble) is the last line. I'd put a comma after "Now". I think the line calls for a pause there that requires a comma.
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The man who smiles when things go wrong has thought of someone to blame it on.
Come to think of it, I don't think I've written a poem that wasn't odd.
No need to feel timid or bashful about it. I do benefit from the use of other sets of eyes after all. I mean, seriously, if it weren't for other people reading my stuff I'd never have realized I was having someone chisel something out of fluffy dream-clouds. A rather odd pairing of verb and object, one which I'm still thinking about how to rectify, actually. So yeah, I ain't perfect.
Plus I agree, especially since I was writing that line with a pause in mind. Hell, I even included the pause when I was thinking it over aloud.
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Ah well, I'll just kidnap the first person to complain about it until they help.
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The man who smiles when things go wrong has thought of someone to blame it on.
(changed up the last line)
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