Backburner

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Backburner

Postby Saturn » Sat Mar 28, 2009 10:23 pm

Backburner

You keep me on the backbunner,
Simmering, simpering, and raw.
The distance from your warmth
Is such I smoulder; but not red,
Not anymore. My passions cool;
The heart is temperate now,
But no loss of love attends
The slow dimming of coals.

I walk along a now empty beach
Running hands through hot sand
And feel the borrowed ghost of
An atom's spark from aeons past.

My distant star had died before
It's light ever deigned to touch
With its already ancient beams
The fond hollowed shell of hope.
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Re: Backburner

Postby dks » Tue Mar 31, 2009 3:39 am

God--I really love this...and I'm pretty down at the minute while still appreciating the raw beauty of these lines...

These are gorgeous:

I walk along a now empty beach
Running hands through hot sand
And feel the borrowed ghost of
An atom's spark from aeons past.


The desolation is palpable, real and yet subtle enough to linger slightly...a lovely whisper of wanting...great verse, good man.

I know what the backburner feels like and allow me to be very un-ladylike and say that it fucking sucks.
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Re: Backburner

Postby Saturn » Tue Mar 31, 2009 11:12 pm

Thank you dks.

Sorry you're feeling down :(
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