Burning with Desire

August 27

Burning with Desire

You cannot stop the flames from licking me by telling me I am not on fire.  For some reason you do not perceive the flames; you do not know fire. I cradle the desperate hope that you will recognize the ashes when the burn is done.  By then it is too late for rescue, but the field is then wide open for regret.  Resplendent is what I thought I was before the fire broke out.  Now I feel like a misunderstood mansion torched to make way for a Walmart.

Dream your own dreams



Bottoms come sealed in envelopes

From unknown accountants.

Amazing how many nominees and how few winners.

The audience filled with past recipients

Hold their collective breaths.

They pray for this years finalist

And pray a bigger prayer

Of thanks to this years donors,

The ones who prove with their lives

That it hasn’t gotten better out there.

The speeches are the same.

A gratitude list and maybe a punch line.

The smiles and tears fresh but familiar.

When the lights go out on this night,

The days of diligence begin once again

So no one need loose their seat

And we can all celebrate here next year together.


About Sherrie Theriault

Sherrie Theriault, writer and outsider artist lives in northwest New Jersey where she writes villain-free fiction for children and young adults, creates coloring books for all ages, writes daily inspiration books for the recovery community and has other works of collected poetry; also adult fiction. Books available on Amazon.com include the following: Cala Mae The Deep Dark Day In The Congenial Chronicles The Holland’s Adventure Fill Me In Fill Me In, Too Filled In Sober on the Way to Sane More Sober on the Way to Sane Lines from My Life More Lines from My Life On-Liners to Live By My Sponsor Said… Elissa: Queen of Carthage Was Love Lost Order of Protection The Story Precedes the Question Can You See? What the Birdies Told Me about You What the Birdies Told Me about You Coloring book The Enchanting Dog Sherrie’s books are available at Blue Stockings, Manhattan, NY, The Clinton Book Shoppe, Clinton, New Jersey, Giovanni’s Room, Philadelphia, PA, Easy Does It in Long Beach, CA and The Latest Thing in Costa Mesa, Ca. You can find Sherrie’s art work at Hang-Ups Gallery in Allentown, PA or online at: SerendipitousGallery.com Please feel free to contact her there if you have any questions.
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16 Responses to Burning with Desire

  1. Jingle says:

    lovely wordplay…
    way to go!

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  3. Dabir Dalton says:

    Good Advice…I gave up on being understood by my family and coworkers long ago in favor of dreaming my own dreams…

  4. Anky0112 says:

    nice read…
    good work… 🙂

  5. very well written 🙂 liked it..

    my entry for the rally is The Butterfly Lover 🙂

  6. Imagina says:

    Lovely poem, good job, Sherrie, happy rally 🙂

  7. mother2rah says:

    Dreams keep life alive – and life gives way to dreams, each feeds off the other. We must create our own sustenance when we find ourselves in the desert. Thank you…

  8. nice rhyme!

  9. Artswebshow says:

    You did a great job with this one

  10. Jingle says:

    visit poets back,
    hope that you do find time visiting more..

  11. 700miles says:

    ugh…walmart….awesome poem!

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