Burning Letters

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub – Poetics:  “Fire Up That Creativity”  (posted by Victoria)
“Fire is destructive, that’s clear. But it also has other aspects. There can be purifying benefits, clearing the earth for new growth, or perhaps symbolizing the end of an unhealthy relationship when letters or other mementos are set free of one’s obsession. The fire in a hearth brings warmth and comfort, the burning wick of a candle, light. And fire in the heart brings the passion needed to connect and create.”

Something so final
in burning love letters
that no longer apply,
yet still burn
the heart. You can 
watch the flames
devour 
each word
on the paper, until

the paper itself
is gone. You cannot
get it back.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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12 Responses to Burning Letters

  1. rothpoetry says:

    It is difficult trading the tangible for only the memories! Great post!

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  2. Margaret Elizabeth Bednar says:

    Sometimes by not having the physical thing, it is easier to let go. Cathartic.

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  3. jillys2016 says:

    Oh, the implications in that final line!

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  4. lynn__ says:

    Yep, this one is smokin’

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  5. rob kistner says:

    Sara, love the directness of this piece, and the honesty. Wouldn’t it be great if thise flames could just consume, hurt, bad memories, pain…

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  6. I think this is an important step in letting go of what has been important in our lives…though perhaps the memories can teach us.

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  7. if you burn my letters
    will you spread the ash
    underneath the cherry tree
    when spring has come.

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  8. Gina says:

    the finality of the act when the heart burned so bad, Sara this shows how hurt can burn us up from the inside till we commit something completely irreversible.

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