Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Burning Memories



Its blackened shell still looms austere--
no comfort found in imprints past
just tacit bitterness amassed.

As conjured flashes scorch and seer,
burning abode engrapples hold
and crackles through this thin veneer.

Though dour life is now recast,
its blackened shell still looms, austere.

© Ginny Brannan October 2010

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15 comments:

  1. Susie ClevengerOctober 4, 2011 at 4:19 PM

    So sad...powerfully written...I especially like the second verse...

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  2. UnknownOctober 4, 2011 at 8:21 PM

    Memories can be so powerful. Such a great description of their power. Especially,

    "As conjured flashes scorch and seer,
    burning abode engrapples hold
    and crackles through this thin veneer."

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  3. AnonymousOctober 4, 2011 at 8:27 PM

    You poem at a very soft flow, for something so touching.

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  4. AnonymousOctober 4, 2011 at 8:44 PM

    Nice Octain. I wish I could rid myself of some memories but I'm afraid even a blow-torch won't work. So, I crumple them up and leave them in my pockets while I do the laundry.

    Great imagery with rich vocabulary. Well done.

    Beth

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  5. hedgewitchOctober 4, 2011 at 10:09 PM

    Very tight, and your images very clean and direct--I've burned at least a houseful by now myself...stay upwind if you can.

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  6. Brian MillerOctober 4, 2011 at 10:34 PM

    wow vivid imagery...the charred shell...we burn them but can we ever really be rid of them...

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  7. ShonEjaiOctober 4, 2011 at 10:38 PM

    No comforts found in imprints past...I loved this line. Very nicely written.

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  8. Pat HattOctober 4, 2011 at 11:10 PM

    No matter how much we try and burn, someday they will return. Truthful verse indeed.

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  9. emmaOctober 4, 2011 at 11:14 PM

    Great job with the Octain Ginny. Really like the imagery and language you've used in this piece- it turned out wonderfully...that first line is fantastic.

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  10. AnonymousOctober 5, 2011 at 11:49 AM

    This is a tight little octain with vividly described images-- nice write!

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  11. SheilaOctober 5, 2011 at 1:16 PM

    it is hard to escape the shells of childhood - I am still trying. beautiful writing, Ginny.

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  12. ayalaOctober 5, 2011 at 1:45 PM

    Vivid imagery , nice write.

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  13. The PoetOctober 5, 2011 at 2:15 PM

    Hello.
    My first time here from dVerse.

    "its blackened shell still looms austere."
    Powerful imagery.

    Thanks for sharing.

    The Last Kiss

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  14. Ann LeFloreOctober 6, 2011 at 11:36 AM

    This is so sad and your closing stanza really sums up the feelings especially the blackened shell
    http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/10/04/memories/

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  15. AnonymousOctober 6, 2011 at 9:13 PM

    Wow, those must be some very sad memories..... but beautifully expressed.

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