Incendiary #poetry


Edges of flesh

licked by flame

I can’t feel the hurt

am numb to the pain

burns many levels

or so they claim

beyond sensation

no number named

nothing hurts tho

quite as much

when kindness is stolen

human fire’s touch

friend or family

devil’s spawn

take inspiration

leave me raw

debride the tissue

apply agonizing cream

bandage the sorrow

inconsolable dreams

stolen ideals

did you ever think

can’t create own words

in a well of dried ink

This week’s prompt at Poet’s United is Fire. My week started with an accident to my hand (because of fire). No need for much internal inspiration when you feel the prompt.

Published by moondustwriter

Thank you for visiting Moondustwriter. In 2019, we have an exciting project. We are working with a team developing elementary curriculum for African children. As a writer, it is a thrill to help children who want to learn. I've been part of the blogging community for more than 10 years. Some old timers may remember the award winning (2012 Twitter Shorty ) blog community - One Stop Poetry. I was the (quiet) originator of the idea and co-producer of One Stop Poetry. I am a published writer, poet, artist and photographer. I have written, as well as edited, for periodicals, radio, blogs and fellow writers. There are many facets to this moon - thanks for stopping by.

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  1. Your poem has described well both the physical feeling of having been burned as well as the just-as-hurtful kind of burn when kindness is stolen. There really is a parallel here, and your poem expresses this so very well!


  2. WOW! Being tied to the stake of unkindness, fire licking the skin and burning within! Oh! You have captured bullying and worse–
    “… nothing hurts tho
    quite as much
    when kindness is stolen
    human fire’s touch
    friend or family
    devil’s spawn
    take inspiration …”
    Betrayal by ones nearest and dearest, with all the kindling necessary, burns–
    I love how you lead us there and through the ways we hide it to the inevitable dried ink from dulled feeling. A magnificent poem!


  3. Physically one can take it and rally one’s resolve to take charge! But when hurt emotionally it lingers on and leave us in an unsettling mode. Very true Moonie!



  4. Ooh, burning is one of the scariest, nastiest things, I think. But you take the poem deeper than the surface hurt, and that is interesting. I have been loving the wonderful fire photos people have been using, beginning with Sumana’s at the prompt, and this one s particularly striking.


  5. __With my apologies, Moonie, I’ve adjusted three lines of your poem into (a sort of… senryu)another form, but they are still -your words and grand thought-_!
    __That Hades Flame, please accept my wishes for quick comfort and healing. _m

    the devils spawn
    when kindness is stolen
    a well of dried ink


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