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Like Wild Fire

Poetry By: walkingonfate
Poetry



Inspired by Francis Berryman (:


Submitted:Dec 21, 2009    Reads: 81    Comments: 6    Likes: 1   


I taste a word on my tonge

Sing it until completley sung

Say it until it can not be said

Until the word itself, is dead


I summon the broken phrases,

Bind them down, in metal cases

Hold them under chains and wire

Then burn them out, like wild fire


I hunger after outward word, and inner meaning

Not all absurd, they stand straight not leaning

This stanza I write, this phrase I weild

Painfully, I endeavour to sheild,


The empty truths within the piece itself

I race with letters of unmatched stealth

Pining for honesty on the funeral pyre

Words are my truth, so I "churn them out like wild fire"









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