Burning the Nail Poetry Challenge – Poet: Marilyn Lowell

Welcome, one and all, to a challenge catered to inspire the poet’s heart in each of us.  A poem, any length and style, to be written about the chosen theme: Burning the Nail. So, what the heck does that mean? That is where the fun begins.Red hot nails

 

Thank you everyone that participated in our poetry challenge.  The submissions were amazingly diverse and deep, taking our theme in so many different ways. We are in awe of all of you.  We thought that perhaps it was time to give everyone a peek behind the curtain and tell you the story behind BURNING THE NAIL.  So, what does it actually mean? We have no idea.  Sheila’s youngest child came up with it.  It was a favorite lyric substitution to many different songs from lullabies to heavy metal.

“I think I heard it sung for a least a week straight, both whispered quietly while playing to singing loudly with the radio in the car.  The more I heard it, the more it called to me.  What could this really mean? ”

So, now you know the truth. The words of a child; molded and shaped into a series of incredible works of poetry.  Isn’t it amazing what such a simple phrase can be transformed into?

Eternally Grateful,

Sheila Hall and Robert Zimmermann 

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Nothing Was Left
by Marilyn Lowell

And then
There was nothing left
There was hill
There was wind
There was nothing
Nothing but our innocence drowned
Dead to our own souls
But who needs innocence
When it can be traded for
The most amazing mint cigarette ever
Or
The iced tea that smells like whiskey
Nothing is left.
It’s just us
We all stare at it
The fire at our feet
Calling it to burn us
But it won’t
What is our innocence?
It’s the ashes.
The only thing to rise from that is dust
And we throw more wood on the fire as we
Sputter out adult lies and
Juvenile dreams
What have our dreams become? Burned by our “maturity”
Ashes to greet the ones of our innocence
What can rise from these ashes?
Nothing.
What lays in the ashes is different
A red glow
A softer promise than getting older
A light
Burning nails caught in the wood
Still bright
And those nails will burn
Burn till they are the sun and get attention
For now the nails rest in the gray ashes
Nothing is left of the childhood fort
We built in the tree

Break imageMarilyn Lowell

Well I’m fifteen and I’ve been writing since I could write. I love writing and reading and books and pretty much everything literary. Erudite I know.

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