one ember ignites
into undaunted new lines
phoenix wings aflame
poems learn to fly again
leaving their ashes behind
Kim M. Russell, 9th September 2020
My response to Poets and Storytellers United Weekly Scribblings #36: ‘a phoenix first must burn’
Magaly is back this Wednesday, inviting us to birth new poetry or prose inspired by the phrase ‘a phoenix first must burn’.
Image found on Pinterest.
writing in north norfolk 
A good thought, for poets. May it be so!
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Very powerful!
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Thank you!
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And we ARE the ash. They make ink of our remains.
Great write, KR.
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Cheers Ron.
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Nice that those can serve as our muse so we can poem our futures
Thanks for dropping by to read mine
Much💓love
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Thanks Gillena! ❤
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My beloved Kim, this is the poem I needed today. I’ve been going through my writing files–for what seems like forever–and some of the pieces have made me wonder if they are worth rewriting. Your poem inspires me to take a deeper look, to summon the feelings that inspired the pieces, to take the time to burn away the bad bits and see what soars from the ashes.
You rock!
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Your comments have made my day, Magaly! Think of every poem as a draft. They love the attention!😊
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I love the idea of poems leaving ashes in their wake. They burn as they are written but also when they are read, over and over again.
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Thank you, Lori.
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It’s kind of exciting to me when I go over my half formed scribbles, months or even years later, and say “y’know…there’s something pulsing in here that needs a second look”. It can sometimes hurt when most of that word doodle gets tossed, but ooh it’s so good when the snippets that get used become something much bigger than I thought they’d be.
LOL, so yes, I love this piece.
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Thank you!😊 I regularly return to poems written to prompts,
which I regard as first drafts, and rework them.
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I have always had a hate/love feeling about poems I write …. ashes is a great metaphor!
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Thank you, Helen!
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I was totally at a loss for a poem, consumed with worry about my daughter and family who are very near the fires in Oregon. So scary!
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We’ve been seeing footage on the news. I can’t imagine what people are going through – and on top of the devastation of the virus.
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I think a number of poets were not discovered until after their deaths. There is hope for us all!
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There certainly is, Robin!
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We could pass on in printed form with a disk or thumb stick. Quite a few of my family and some friends read mine, but I don’t know who unless I see these folks. Some say their kids gr grandkids read them, together. So mine will never be bad rated. I have a stapled together ‘book’ that a son gave me from his dad, my friend until he died. Ideas? Our granddaughter (11 now) writes some, she loves to do Acrostics. She didn’t know that I also like that and have some on my blogs.
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