Burnt Edges

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

Reviews

[KAOlmsted]

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. ;-)

[Frieda P]

ha the stream of consciousness is just an extra bonus...'thine' came from someone telling me to 'thine ownself be true', then in the next breath, 'just forget about it'....sticks in my head! What i'm trying to say is thanks! ;-)

[KAOlmsted]

:-D My pleasure, always.

[Frieda P]

;-)

[Nick.B]

Interesting write you've managed to pen here, full with emotions and a little taste of sadness in it...great job

[Frieda P]

'thanks for reading me Nick.

[LA Lorena]

this is a very interesting write FP.

One can never forget, nor should they, but they can get past the past, eventually. It's a slow and painful process, as you are finding out, but it can be done. You can't change it, or deny it, but you can't let it win either. You'll get there, when you are ready. I have complete faith in you.

[Frieda P]

Nah, won't let it win, so many freaking rounds in this fight, and slower than a herd of snails traveling through peanut butter. Glad ye have such faith, wish I were so invested in that religion. Thanks ;-)

[Lover Of Words]

Love this! Nicely Penned dear love

[Frieda P]

Thanks muchly Kelsey.

[Michael Kevin Spencer]

I like the tone and phrasing of this, and you know how much I like this format! mmm, well done, I could re-read this a dozen times no problem! Something which I don't usually wish to do. Props to you prolific one.

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much, I'm playing with different formats, never was one to do that, just pen'd what fell out of my head to paper. Really appreciate the lovely critique kind sir.

[Michael Kevin Spencer]

Well the triplet is just so easy to read! Easy on the eyes, at the end of the day....that's why I'm sticking with it for the time being.

[Frieda P]

I agree, sometimes you want it to jar though, depends on the piece I guess...

[Michael Kevin Spencer]

like moonbeams?

[Frieda P]

hey have you been peeking at my next write? ;-P

[Michael Kevin Spencer]

Off and on, there are so many I get lost.