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2006
Short, intense and by turns sad and angry. It reads almost like a royal decree to the universe.
Let the Bridges Burn
let the bridges burn.
urn, catch the ashes
as they fall, all the ashes,
cold and strangely white,
like night in negative.
proof of nothing,
but silence.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
Explaining the Tags
You will note, gentle reader, that all works under this blog now display "tags" to help classify and assign the works for your review and enjoyment.
These largely fall into 4 categories:
Year of writing, e.g. "1999"
Book published in, e.g. "from an unexpected quarter"
Inspiring muse, e.g. "Aubergine"
Genre, e.g. "erotica"
We are still in the process of cleaning up the tags, so please bear with us. Yes, some muses are classified under more than one tag, some poems appear in more than one book, or not yet in any volume, and some years are...hazy.
1 observations:
Intensely vivid and beautiful.
Reminds me of the ancient practice of burning fields to make rich fertile soil for seed plantings.
Orange liquid flames burn
to white
Ashes
cooling calming
New verdant fields beckoning
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