Sometimes a fire can burn uncontrollably
Like a story
Frantically written down before it is forgotten
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I remember collecting kindling on the beach at night
Hoping to capture an ember that didn't listen to the night
adjusting/re-phrasing itself in the process.
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I saw with my own eyes
A serpent slurp the sky
Uncoiling and coiling; illuminating
Puffing out its chest
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I heard a hiss
Coming from brassy depths
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There were chairs
Swallowed by night sky
Engraved with wrinkles that lapped at our backs as we sat
Burned and Battered
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Tattooed with paragraphs, aged like fine wine
And
Solidified like pottery in a kiln
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But we still laughed and talked
Letting words roll off our tongues
Uncoiling and coiling
Frantically creating sentences for the receiver to grasp
Like the ember grasping at the kindling I collected
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Before
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We sat there
Burning marshmallows,
Burning sticks,
Burning...
Until we could not burn anymore
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Sometimes a fire can burn uncontrollably like a story
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But can end the same way it started.
About the Creator
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*** I'm keen to republish the interviews I did for my series with Vocal creators. It's been a few years and I thought it might be nice to revisit these wonderful conversations. I'll be releasing them one at a time for a few weeks/months.
By Heather Hubler5 days ago in Interview
Comments (1)
"Until we could not burn anymore" - that's a perfect analogy. Sometimes we give our hearts out, and get hurt, and we stop burning. The fire in our hearts diminishes, and we go numb, depressed, utterly grief-stricken. Sometimes we try our best just to fail 100 times. "Sometimes a fire can burn uncontrollably like a story - But can end the same way it started." - and that's so sudden and disapointing, but that's just how life is, sometimes, not as we imagined as kids. Not as we dreamed it to be. Heart-shattered, we carry on... Great storytelling, by the way 🙂