Burnt Edges

Burnt Edges

A Poem by Frieda P

Pen your past then burn the pages
dog ear days that slipped amok
simmer in the stew of yesteryear

my cup runneth over with despair
repair the damage done with dust
sweep it to the corners of thine eye

don't dwell on the edge of darkness
this is the tale, they  tell it all
the boogeymen comes out to play
without invitation or forewarning

forgive, forget, move on, it's a new day
my ears hear it loud and crisp as
the whip that smarts across my back

service instructions please on how-to
burn past grievances that continue to sear
my heady grey matter is conjointly  burnt

inching closer to that last chapter's end
set aflame history's bastardazations
baptize the new year in the name of father

past echoes into the wind and chants
incinerate the spell of trespasses
closed eyes and sleep a thousand years

it's all the cliff notes, unabridged version
i am the fire that burns, the flame lives in me

© 2013 Frieda P


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I got distracted a bit in the second stanza, wracking my brain, trying to remember which Shakespeare sonnet I read back in school was about thine eyes (132, btw, which I should have known, because that was the number of the house we lived in when I read the b*****d thing, 132 Brookview Lane) but after I gave my poor old brain a much deserved rest, I finished the piece in a smooth flow of beauty and wisdom that were your words. I'm trying to say I liked it. ;-)

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

ha the stream of consciousness is just an extra bonus...'thine' came from someone telling me to 'thi.. read more
KAOlmsted

11 Years Ago

:-D My pleasure, always.
Frieda P

11 Years Ago

;-)



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i smile, i engage, I admire this connoction of guidance, assertions and observations

Posted 11 Years Ago


Brilliant!

Posted 11 Years Ago


When we have burnt edges, we scrape off the crumbs of of the piece of toast that is too dark too eat as the taste is acrid, and unpleasing; when we scorch our best blouse we scream with profanity and realize we could have set the iron (yes, I still use an iron on rare occasions) on a lower setting; when we have a soul with tattered and frayed edges as the strength of the inner core has weakened with the continual onslaught of insults, we take a walk towards the refrigerator/freezer, remove some ice, clink in a glass of pleasing bitters and drink a big glass of refreshment! That's what we need to do when the fire still burns - take a much needed dose of healing - like writing this poem, or letter which makes one feel better!
Another great write my friend!!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Wow yes this is heavy and emotive. How easy it is to say forgive and forget when the lashing of the whip are still burning into your flesh. Awesome!

Posted 11 Years Ago


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LJW
The tricky part of cathartic writing is in the translation of very personal experiences
and feelings into a cohesive piece of writing.

This particular piece felt disjointed and overly thought out.



Posted 11 Years Ago


well done the English added a sort of dire beauty to it very lovely use of resources and the flow and concept were great as well well written per usual

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Always lovely to see you Deron, thanks you muchly!
Deron Alexis

11 Years Ago

much obliged ma'am
Very well done. Once again, you've painted an amazing story. :) Great write!!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Danke Skittles, glad you liked it. :-)
There was a letter I once wrote, it was to a girl I was once best friends with. I wrote it to move on, printed it, and burned it. In a way, it gave me some relief. Great poem

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

I've done that with quite a few letters to a certain someone...thanks.
C.C. Marx

11 Years Ago

your welcome :)
Nice. They say that fire can have very cleansing abilities to burn away what is old to bring in the new.

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Frieda P

11 Years Ago

I've done that with several letters I've written, it can be quite cathartic....

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If you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..

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