Solotramp's Podcast
Poetry Propaganda -- How audacious! by Eleanor A Binnings
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i rarely think of him any more
that man who made me laugh and dream
i hardly recall the way he held me
nor how the fire dissolved to steam

i always was who i am without pretense
i never quite understood why he jumped the fence
"you're too beautiful for me" is what he said
strange words that spun around in my head

i rarely think of him any more
might not recognize him
on the street
though he shows up invisible
in my cold feet

i don't miss him now
even when he comes to mind
though the scar he left across my heart
is easy enough to find

the teaspoonful of ashes
that reminds me of when the burning began
i could blow into the wind now
with the breath across my hand
"you're too beautiful for me"
is what he said
strange words to leave spinning
in my head

Beauty in the scars, beauty in the dreams
beauty in the way fire dissolves to steam
beauty in the ashes taking flight on the wind
beauty in the tears washing me clean again

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