A Blazing Remorse Blooms

...Erupting in flames, inside and out...

Far past the hilltops searing,

To valleys small and meadows sneering

With a single tall tree standing watch

I reside quietly weeping

Forlorn solstices are beginning

Burning air and hair is singeing

The screams of the dead and dying echo

Standing alone with my soul cringing.

Flames rising up and ever higher

A leach of life made all from ire

A menacing shadow as day turns dusk

And I retreat to the thicket briar.

Its reaping souls, I feel it quiver

Tears disappearing while I shiver

Chilled in the white heat of frozen hell

And disappearing down a dry downriver.

A painted primrose of foreboding endings

Left alone, there's no pretending

Shallow thoughts and a shaking body

And no way to comprehend.

Far past the hilltops searing,

To valleys small and meadows sneering

With a single tall tree standing watch

I reside quietly weeping

Author's Note

What do you all think?

Reviews

[Lina Grey]

oh look, fire :D except for hell, which is still commonly known as Antarctica. anywayss, nice poem. love the rhymes; whenever i try to do a rhyme scheme like that everything ends up ending with an 'ee' sound. in the third stanza, you meant to put ire, correct? at first i read 'fire' and then i thought you had a typo, but ire makes perfect sense there. i love the imagery in this entire thing, and how you start with an image, you close in, and then you back out, full circle. great job hun :)

[Riley Bray]

Haha I found it hard to write myself. :P I suppose fire could work just as well, haha, but yes ire was intentional. Thanks for the praise again girly haha. And if you take a good look at the third line in the fourth stanza, I still mention frozen hell. xD Ah yes, two types of people eh?

[Lina Grey]

haha i saw that frozen hell. definitely two types of people :D and you're welcome doll :)

[Riley Bray]

Haha xP