A Letter To My First Love
I was to tell him everything I needed to tell him, and when I had written it down, I read it out loud, and we burned it.
The Prompt - Write a poem on endings, using flame or fire as your central image.
This is the final challenge in our Vocal+ Fall Poetry Series, and it’s all about endings. Flames fade, fires burn out, and what remains is ash, memory, or the promise of something new.
Your poem might take fire as destruction, as warmth, as memory, or as transformation. However you approach it, let the flame guide you to what it means to reach an ending, whether it arrives with silence or with a burst of light.
Write like you are watching the last fire fade.
My first love, you know that is what you were.
I was enthralled, everything else a blur.
You were just out of the armed services
You were the older brother of my friend's
~
We had beautiful children together
I didn't trust you were altogether
Your drinking and drug use were out of hand
I stopped, you could not, we had to disband
~
Our case - we are birds of the same feather
The storm, I knew that we couldn't weather
Our children needed me more - I would pout
It broke my heart. The flame slowly went out.
~
I was told to write a letter, oh s--t
When I finished the letter, we burned it.
I watched on that starry night how that light
faded. It did - it was over that night!
About the Creator
Denise E Lindquist
Retired, working part-time as a Native American culture consultant. I have an MSE, and an ABD. I write on Vocal, and Facebook. Poetry, non-fiction mostly, and working on fiction. Wife, mother, grandmother, and great grandmother.
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also become a paid subscriber, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.