Burning my memories,
one by one.
Igniting past pains,
cauterising old wounds.
Flaming, hot, words,
vitriolic in verse.
Flagellation, flagration,
purge passions, past-tense.
Incinerate insinuations,
imaginings real.
Immolate in sincerity,
allows hearts to heal.
In a blaze of gold glory,
the past is undone;
to rise like the phoenix,
from the flames of the sun.
© Phoenix 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
36/365 (Photo credit: celeste343)
Well…so no more dunce cap eh? The phoenix has risen:)
Yup – I set fire to the dunce cap 🙂
Today I am a raging pyromaniac!!
😀
Breathtaking all around!!
Thank you so much 😀
i loved your use of terminologies…brilliantly written, thank you 🙂
Thank you for taking the time to read and reply – it means a lot 🙂
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