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'Fire Pit'

Rating: 4.7
The putrid smoke from the pit drifted and stung my nostrils-
Plastic arms and legs, a doll's head,
melting in the dying flames.
Water from my hose, unable to extinguish the death of such an innocent.
Gallons and gallons of tears-
wasted along my way.
Pity.


cKs.
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Getting rid of old stuff in my shed, burning months and months of garbage n trash... at the end of the night, flames just smoldering... doused with hours worth of water from my garden hose...
Thought the fire was completely out...
Next morning... flames still danced from the baby doll...
that just simply...
Would not die.
-Kelly.
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COMMENTS
Alla Simone 17 December 2012
Simple inspirations so skillfully penned. Thanks for sharing.
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Ilaria Boffa 13 December 2012
I feel like I am that doll... can't explain. there are things we should allow to die but they persist in our mind, in our soul, overwhelming...thank u for these precious words!
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Nasarudheen Parameswaran 04 December 2012
A nice symbolic poem of polluting human life
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S.zaynab Kamoonpuri 02 December 2012
Did u cry for it! Like memories it wouldnt die perhaps poet. An amazing mindbending narrative i enjoyd tday.
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Valerie Dohren 29 November 2012
Maybe the baby doll didn't want to die - memories perhaps? ! And it's always hard getting rid of old stuff - I know, being a hoarder myself. Emotive, yes?
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Karoliena Somura 28 November 2012
Effective, say alot in such few words, thats skill
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Scarlett Cleo Nightingale 28 November 2012
Whoa that is deep....LOVE IT!
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