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Debris

Phoenix from Ashes by Jarmo Korhonen

We were
a heap of debris stacked
nearly five feet high.
Broken branches,
trimmed hedges, brown leaves,
even a few pulled up weeds.
The ruins of our yard.
The clippings of old growth
sheared off love.
We felt
a little gasoline would help.
And next we knew,
Fire, Fire, Fire, Roaring
up toward the sun.
Rippling waves of heat.
Forcing us to step back
and watch our garden
turn to ash.

Remember
Ishtar was enslaved
in the fires of the underworld.
Yet the waters of life
were sprinkled upon her head
as she danced with bells
past the seven veils.
Her bosom
was filled with precious stones.
So too,
the apple tree blooms,
while the rose buds open,
and honey bees pirouette.
In the instrumental breeze,
in the harmony of spring,
tiny sprouts of wild grass
pop out of the ash.
And so too,
even I must ask,
Will this love outlast
the pain?
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About the Author:

Dean Walker is a freelance writer of articles, essays, short-stories, and poems. In one way or another, he has worked as an environmental and human rights activist. Dean is the publisher of Expats Post.
  • I don’t know what you are drinking over there Dean but keep it up, this is a great poem, the first of many on the new site I hope.

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  • “So too, the apple tree blooms … ” That’s just exquisite. Hard-hitting political rant or delicately beautiful poem, Dean, you do it all!

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  • Dean

    Thanks Garry and Melody. This is one of those poems I just pulled out of the drawer the other day. I have hundreds of them, but I posted this one, as I note above, because it is my “phoenix from the ashes” poem. I thought it would be a good one to start this new online site with. I appreciate your comments.

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  • Askcherlock

    Your writing talent is abundant, Dean. Like the others, I look forward to more of your poetry. This one is a great kick-off for this new site.

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  • I didn’t realize that you were such a good poet Dean. I really liked this.

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  • Thanks Cher and Dan, I appreciate your comments and support. Dean

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  • I didn’t know you wrote poetry! This was really impressive.

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  • Thanks, Jen. I have actually been writing poetry my entire adult life. I appreciate your comment.

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  • Awesome Dean!!! Mann..I love this portrayal. It’s the beauty from the rubble. It’s what I have tattooed on my arm. “Om Mani Padme Hum” which means the Jewel is in the lotus flower..Meaning..there are layers and layers to peel away, but there’s always some form of treasure. Your treasure is beautiful. As you know, I am a true fan of dismal images that carry secrets; and this piece was a right on. Great poem Dean.

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  • Mantra, Thanks for your comments. They are very much appreciated. I didn’t know you were “a true fan of dismal images that carry secrets”, I’ll have to take notice of that. Nonetheless, I’m so glad you enjoyed this poem.

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  • Anya Pham

    Beautifully hopeful. 🙂

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