what you don’t feed, dies

the fire in my chest
you kindled, love
years ago
dimmed when you
failed to feed it
anything but dreams
& lies
which sparked up
& burned too fast
like pine
snapping

it needed substance
to keep burning
& there was none

there is nothing here
for you now

but ashes

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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12 Responses to what you don’t feed, dies

  1. dannypereyra says:

    The sadness is palpable, the disappointment, there on the surface. Very emotional and the metaphor excellent. Strangely though, I think it would go well with a very early poem of mine; about what may rise from those ashes –

    Up out the ash of burnt old flames,

    I found you in the pot of soup

    that rests on the fireplace of my heart.

    And offered you some

    on that cold winter’s morning.

    http://dmosmusings.com/2012/05/15/ash/

    (I always remember – Ashes breed Phoenixes :-) )

  2. Hard, Harsh, Heating and Hitting! Reminds me of one of the love songs of Joan Baez _ “silver dagger” and a bit of “Lonesome road”

  3. Green Speck says:

    The last three lines really display the trauma of losing the one you love … you write awesome, so real !!!

  4. boomiebol says:

    Susan,

    This has my LOVE button all over it. So well written

  5. Sad and poignant, beautifully written. Well done, Susan

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