Toxins

Posted on September 21, 2020 by 
Written for:  Sunday Muse #126  (posted by Fireblossom)
Brooke Shaden
I erupt.
A volcano
of toxic
black smoke
hidden within
rises up,
disperses,
clears pent-up
fires.  My body
is now pure
water, stamping
out scorching
flames, soothing
forests, that they
may grow green
and glorious again.


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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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21 Responses to Toxins

  1. Zack and Zelda says:
    September 21, 2020 at 2:07 am

    WOW, what a powerfully beautiful poem!

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  3. Jim says:
    September 21, 2020 at 2:50 am

    That’s what the forest freaks and the naturalists say. Mostly though, they talk of controlled burns. I agree it is nature’s way, humans cannot cope with Mom Nature when she gets rough.
    ..

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  4. Carrie V. H. says:
    September 21, 2020 at 3:14 am

    Wonderful Sara! True liberation is in the letting go.

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  5. Finely Spun says:
    September 21, 2020 at 3:53 am

    I like your take on this prompt. Purifying with after the smoke clears.

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  6. qbit says:
    September 21, 2020 at 10:58 am

    “My body
    is now pure
    water” – yes, wonderful.

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  7. wyndolynne says:
    September 21, 2020 at 1:42 pm

    I find myself imagining her wandering through the forest, gathering up tiny fires and protecting her woodland. Lovely. 🙂

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  8. Beverly Crawford says:
    September 21, 2020 at 3:18 pm

    Beautiful. May it so be.

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  9. Sherry Marr says:
    September 21, 2020 at 3:35 pm

    I hope for that rain, all along the western seaboard.

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  10. Othermary says:
    September 23, 2020 at 12:58 pm

    Great take on the prompt. I hope the smoke clears out your way very soon!

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