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by Vikki Owens

i could not create
unless it was not already
razed to the ground
slash-and-burn style,
while tiny sprouts
of infantile hope
lay buried beneath
and out of reach.

today there is ashes
tomorrow new growth,
a re-cycling of now,
life does cling.
each tenuous gasp
at oxygen and light
is a
battle of will
and luck
and a memorial
to what has been burned away.


Posted on 02/03/2012
Copyright © 2023 Vikki Owens

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Shannon McEwen on 02/03/12 at 08:28 PM

I really relate to this today, thank you for sharing it.

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/03/12 at 08:54 PM

I love the overall intent of this, but I really like that opening. Sounds about right to me.

Posted by Angela Stevens on 02/06/12 at 07:08 PM

You have a lovely style to your writing, I like a lot.

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