#4 - Lightly Seared On The Reality Grill


From NaPoWriMo's prompt four. From an Iain M. Banks spaceship name..
Lightly Seared on the Reality Grill
I've been lightly seared
On the reality grill again.
Last night that was but
Still I feel the pain and heat.
Oh, the reality grill
Leaves angry tiger stripes
On what was once unperturbed skin.
Lightly seared, I was -lightly, yes - but oh! 
So many times seared
On the reality grill.
How stupid of me - I never learn -
End up again on that grill
Ended up on that reality grill again
When, again, last night I spoke and
Then, again - hope died..
Without hope I was left
On the reality grill again.
Lightly seared.
Heavily scarred.

Comments

  1. Susan Daniels6 April 2013 at 00:42

    Ouch! Loved what you did here.

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    1. Kerridwen6 April 2013 at 00:45

      Thanks! It was a very inspiring title to work with!

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  2. Anonymous8 April 2013 at 04:19

    Yes, very different from mine! I really like how you repeated parts of the title in different ways throughout. Your last two lines are a nice way to close.

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  3. Kerridwen8 April 2013 at 17:29

    Thanks, I love using repetition in poems, and reading poems with repetition.. Hope NaPo is going well for you too!

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  4. Fireblossom17 March 2015 at 13:25

    You've been to the tempura banquet--lightly battered! Love the tiger stripe image.

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  5. hedgewitch17 March 2015 at 15:27

    Know the feeling all too well--very vivid detail makes this searing itself.

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  6. Marian17 March 2015 at 18:41

    This made me kinda pine for the summer BBQ. :) I noticed yesterday that the hardware store was optimistically displaying backyard grills, when we still have quite a bit of snow on the ground. Soon!

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  7. brudberg17 March 2015 at 21:10

    i Could feel the pain of being burned by reality in your words...

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  8. Laura18 March 2015 at 19:13

    Yes, yes, you named it all so well… I am sorry for your pain, the pain we all feel when reality burns us unexpectedly (we forget, we all forget until burned once again)

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    1. Kerridwen20 March 2015 at 12:59

      Unfortunately it's one of those trickier parts of life.. Just has to happen!

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  9. grapeling19 March 2015 at 06:04

    excellent conceit, so well drawn ~

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  10. Margaret19 March 2015 at 17:55

    such a cool and apt metaphor!

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