Maria Justa Polotan


Kindling - Poem by Maria Justa Polotan

I burned them today, your letters to me,
I placed them in a pile in the garden
And set them a-flame - with one tiny match.
They burned quickly, paper white to cinder.
The smoke climbed, a sinuous path of grey,
As teased by a gentle breeze, it twisted,
Graceful yet mocking, full of acrid charm,
Like a cup of unwanted memories.
And when the fire died, I began to cry,
Perhaps there were ashes blown by the wind.

Topic(s) of this poem: romance, heartache


Comments about Kindling by Maria Justa Polotan

  • Della Perry (9/20/2015 9:24:00 AM)


    An ending so you can start anew x loved it, I stood there in the smoke and ash and put my hand on your shoulder in support of a strong woman. Loved it x (Report) Reply

    Maria Justa Polotan Maria Justa Polotan (9/21/2015 5:23:00 AM)

    Tears are sometimes seen as a sign of weakness, maybe so, but I find that they cleanse one's soul so that one can start over again. Thank you for the lovely comment.

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  • (9/20/2015 4:38:00 AM)


    Yeah.. I felt like being that flame and wachin it aside.. beautifull! (Report) Reply

    Maria Justa Polotan Maria Justa Polotan (9/21/2015 5:19:00 AM)

    Many thanks!

  • Amol Ichalkaranje (9/19/2015 12:04:00 AM)


    The ending was awesome. I liked your poem. (Report) Reply

    Maria Justa Polotan Maria Justa Polotan (9/19/2015 7:42:00 PM)

    Thank you.

    Maria Justa Polotan Maria Justa Polotan (9/19/2015 7:40:00 PM)

    Thank you for liking it.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 18, 2015



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