I would prefer a slower burn
between us, a steadier fire
because, when this ignites
all that will be left for us
is the taste of metal
in our mouths
& a handful of ashes
That certainly makes one pause…
One would hope so!
thanks, I think 🙂
sorry for the vagueness lol. i was viewing the image in my head. it was someone shooting themselves in the mouth but why would there be ashes? all that lead to the “hmmm” which i like, you have to think and ponder. too much of the things that pass for “art” now are merely just “advertising”. That sounds kinda snobby doesnt it lol
no, not snobby at all–liked being drawn up short. Does not happen to me often. You saw someone shooting themselves in the mouth? Interesting. Never would have seen that, now I have to read it again 🙂
for me, I experienced someone speaking to the gun as they put it in their mouth, right before they pulled the trigger. the fact that this was all achieved and held all of that in such succinctness and with such few words. That, this, Is the art of poetry to me. I do like this poem alot
this is something I wish i would have written. lol
🙂 shucks, now you are going to make me blush…thanks!
Thanks Christopher, appreciate that, and I never would have seen a gun until you gave me your interpretation. All interpretations are valid, someone told me recently, and I firmly believe that. Glad you liked it.
Just more catharsis. I assure you no animals or people were harmed in this theoretical explosion that did not take place, except in my mind, and the house still stands. This is (to me, anyway–I no longer own it, since I shared it) an exploration of interpersonal chemistry, which is usually seen as a good thing. So my quirky brain thought up the idea of an explosion as an interpersonal chemical reaction. Not all chemistry is good chemistry.
I like this, not quite in the spirit of Adele’s Set Fire To The Rain, but close.
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