The Burn Abstracts, Photography and Art, Poetry swirling in as a flame all-consuming. what can be left after you pass? you touch me and i am ash (c) Rob Goldstein 1984-2017 All Rights Reserved Share the Love:TumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInTwitterEmailWhatsAppFacebookPocketLike this:Like Loading... Related
The power of someone else over us can be so all-consuming… Great metaphor with the flame. LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Christy. I think I wrote this in 1976 – It’s one of the few early pieces I can bear to read. 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Paula. This is one of my first poems, or at least it’s one of the first I considered a real poem. LikeLike
The power of someone else over us can be so all-consuming… Great metaphor with the flame.
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Thanks Christy. I think I wrote this in 1976 – It’s one of the few early pieces I can bear to read. 🙂
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Fabulous work from your fertile mind.
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Thanks Paula. This is one of my first poems, or at least it’s one of the first I considered a real poem.
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