Burning

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Burning


The fabric of my being is alight
Glowing like fibre optic cables
Cells cascading with colour
Consummating such brilliance
Even as it devours the spectrum
Each hue becomes black
Until I am everything
And nothing
This is how power unfolds
Within the smallest structures of self
The building blocks of existence
It only takes a single spark of life
To ignite the phoenix
Burning
She will rise again


Words: ©2020LCR
Image: CCO


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  1. Magaly Guerrero9 September 2020 at 12:17

    There is a universe of power--and renewal--in a spark acknowledged and fed. No wonder so much rises from the rubble, when the latter crashes on souls rich in hope.

    It's so good to read you, Lori; it's been a while. :)

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    1. Lori9 September 2020 at 12:41

      Thanks so much Magaly. I'm sorry it's been so long. :)

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  2. Rommy9 September 2020 at 13:19

    I like how this piece progresses and that even in the break down, that build up is present. And you know all that power is going to go somewhere.

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    1. Lori9 September 2020 at 14:15

      Power that regenerates itself. How I wish I had a fountain of youth!

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  3. Other Mary9 September 2020 at 16:51

    I like the progression, building, peaking, falling back, and rebuilding once again. The phoenix is a hopeful metaphor.

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  4. Rosemary Nissen-Wade9 September 2020 at 18:35

    Wonderful! (And perfectly complemented by that picture.) You totally caught me up in this passionate expression of the life force.

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    1. Lori9 September 2020 at 21:05

      Thank you. I loved the image and how it seemed to light up the screen and almost looked feathery!

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  5. Old Egg9 September 2020 at 19:08

    Even in death all former living things are not wasted but assist those left to survive!

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  6. Gillena Cox9 September 2020 at 20:07

    I read in your poem a life giving sun consuming yet giving in return to live again like that phoenix alive in every one and everything present

    Happy Wednesday

    Muchđź’“love

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    1. Lori9 September 2020 at 21:06

      Thanks Gillena! Happy Wednesday to you too. :)

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  7. Jim9 September 2020 at 22:47

    Yes, she will rise again, stronger and better qualified to cope with this world. Nice build up to the fire, I enjoyed it.
    ..

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  8. Kim M. Russell10 September 2020 at 04:32

    Reading your poem is like being the fire that courses through the phoenix, Lori! I love the fibre optic cable simile, which brings the phoenix into the 21st century. My favourite lines are the ones of hope:
    ‘It only takes a single spark of life
    To ignite the phoenix
    Burning
    She will rise again’.

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    1. Lori10 September 2020 at 10:05

      Thank you. I had in my head this idea of power and energy and electricity. Like a fire that courses through the system, and can pass from one generation to the next.

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  9. Helen10 September 2020 at 09:20

    A virtual sparkle of poetry ... cheers.

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  10. Jenna10 September 2020 at 22:22

    I like that powerful ending, and the imagery is so vivid, especially that second line.

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  11. purplepeninportland.com16 September 2020 at 20:30

    Love the way the painting portrayed the poem.

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