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.
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?
Sheila Hall and Robert Zimmermann
by Roni Osecap
You tried to bury me,
throwing me in a hole
of emotional hell.
But I dug myself free
and quelled the flames
of your failed rejection.
You thought the heat of your scorn
would scorch my calloused soul?
I was ready for the pain.
With one last strike,
you thought you beat me down.
And that, was your mistake.
Since taming your careless flame
did you fail to see,
that holding the final nail, was me.
The melancholic, the dreamer, a reveller of words and endless thought.