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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Fire-fighter (10/05/06)

TITLE: Swaddled in Asbestos Armor
By Linda Germain
10/12/06


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Am I old
Dreaming I am young?
Or
Do I slumber younger
Thinking I know more than I’ve
Been told?

Lying in the dark
It’s hard to tell if I’m
On fire from flashes
Or could this be hell?

Ageless spirit that I am
Without a light
I am not sure
If this is nightmare’s call

Leaving me to greet the day
And face an image smooth
Will I sigh with great relief?
Am I the good one or the thief?

Is the sting I feel from playing
Games and running wild
Or has the flesh grown weak?
Am I tired and all worn out?

Am I senile, sick and almost gone?
Or am I just beginning -– filled with doubt?
Do I cry because I cannot move;
A Helpless newborn hoping help is on the way?

Or
Am I the guy, who’s wise,
A sage, who’s weak and can’t stand up?
Am I the parent or the pup?

I do not know if in old age
I dream of youth,
Or
If in my infancy I’m scared
To face the truth

Was I born just now,
Or am I dying?
Are these tears of joy, or am I crying
To be born AGAIN, and green?

Am I past my prime?
Is it too late or just in time
To use my voice,
To make a choice?

Am I dressed in flame retardant clothes?
Poised to stand the fiery darts
Slung from evil’s bow to take me down
To pits I cannot see; can this be ME?

Whatever stage
This mortal self
Is this the start or at the end?
Will I burn, or can I turn?

Oh, Dear God I beg the right
To catch a drop of light
In this dark place
Please let me see the cloak of righteousness that's free

That keeps me safe from arrow’s flame
And Lets me in your book of life,
No matter how
Or when I finally came

For this rescue
From eternity's Cremation Pyre,
For this extinguished fire...
Forever will I PRIASE YOUR HOLY NAME!


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Linda Watson Owen10/12/06
You have so effectively created the dreamlike feeling of confusion and stumbling in the human mind! That feeling of stumbling in the dark is perfectly related in your lines. I love the assonance and rhyme in 'slumber younger' and your use of alliteration in other places. Wonderful piece!
Pat Guy 10/12/06
Yes - this is a work of art - and I enjoyed it. One to be read again.
Marilyn Schnepp 10/14/06
The mysterious firefighter lives to fight again. Ultra exquisite and deep.
Amy Michelle Wiley 10/14/06
This was awesome! It could have so many meanings...someone disorientated because of being hurt in a fire, an unborn baby hoping to not be aborted, a spiritually lost and seeking person. Well done.
Sharlyn Guthrie10/16/06
This poem is crafted so beautifully, I hardly know where to start, but I think that this is my favorite phrase: "Was I born just now,Or am I dying? Are these tears of joy, or am I crying
To be born AGAIN, and green?"
What comes to my mind with your ending is simply grace... Thanks for inspiring!
Monique Fox11/13/06
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