The Ashes Must Be, by maria E. kuntz
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when thoughts are awkward and
vocabulary must be big you young poet
begin to smell the fire burning at your own stake
because the papers you stuff into your desk beg to be read
by the townspeople that like to burn things preferably
flesh
for they do not understand the need to say something
anything that could be the least bit true
what you both do not realize:
no poet stands in protest we do not need rope to keep us
in the flames
the ashes must be for one to become the most
beautiful bird
the only thing you know this moment
is the song from the emerged
you hear it stronger than most
it matches your roughest drafts enough
you want to live in the same trees
and fly around the public’s head
not always shooed because birds have their place
until their song cannot be ignored then there will be
another burning
it is fine
people always remember the things they burn
whether it is the tree that fell on their house
Rubber Soul just because John
called the denied golden calf or an entire collection
of disco because it sucks people remember the burning
and so will you when you have feathers for protection
you will practice the most haunting of songs and smell
the next fire yet this time you will know
to become the most beautiful bird the ashes must be
Maria E. Kuntz
June 6, 2007
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Posted: 2007-07-26 23:47:44 UTC |
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2007-08-04 05:13:57 | a rose by any other name would hurt just as bad. |
interesting hey thats my birthday! i like this though i like poetry you have to dig deep into to understand the meaning yet i dont know the meaning i think my shovel broke..... |
2007-08-20 22:42:48 | Angel of Music |
This is really good! but I agree with Serenity... I think my shovel broke before I found the meaning. |