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A Consuming Love

Contributed by enigma on Thursday, 22nd December 2005 @ 10:23:55 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



A Consuming Love

dedicated to
Rebecca Joy,
Heather Kay,
Sherrill Nadine,
Serenity Rose,
and
Abigail Alyse
Olson


...there was a hissing,
a hissing muffled by an immense ethereal silence...
...he was pulled from the mass of tortured metal,
dazed,
confused,
uncomprehending,
at first...
...aware of a looming devastation,
whispering tersely amongst themselves,
they made him sit,
head between his knees,
breathing deep,
almost sobbing,
fighting the mind numbing explosions in his chest,
attempting to detect even the smallest fragment of order, purpose, logic,
desperately wresting control from his adrenalin rich blood...
...his first words,
"My daughter..."
then,
a rasping gasp for breath...
...determined,
he raises his head,
"Where's my daughter..."
...glances ricochet like hot lead in a pillbox,
no one answers...
...as he struggles to rise
a voice claims,
"We've got her."
"She's okay."
...not trusting the sacred to tentative strangers,
he reacts,
this time rising to his feet,
his eyes darting,
piercing,
demanding,
"Where..."
"Where..."
another voice claims,
"She's okay..."
his body now darting in sync with his eyes,
his senses becoming acute,
he smells and instantly sees the ebony ribbon curling its way heavenward...
...his cerebrum explodes with seratonin,
his heart with adrenalin...
...left behind, his body stumbles angularly towards the twisted wreckage...
...pushing and pulling against restraining Samaritan arms,
shoving and finally powerfully thrusting,
he clears a path to his child,
and the ebony ribbon becomes a thickening charcoal column...
"She's stuck,"
a voice offers...
"We can't free her right leg,"
another voice informs...
then,
"Daddy...Daddy,"
her little voice.…
a voice of such relief,
a voice gushing unreasoned confidence,
a voice that conveys ultimate faith,
"My daddy's here…I'm gonna be okay…"
this little voice barely whispers,
as the thickening charcoal column begins to speak...
...he snuggles in close and brushes a lock of hair from her tear stained cheek,
"I'm here, Honey..."
...he cradles her head in his hand,
his right hand;
"Daddy's here," his voice soothes...
...as the caring hands of others are gently tugging at him,
consumed with thoughts of mere survival,
pulling him from his daughter,
a calmness of spirit envelopes,
permeates his soul,
a strength from beyond causes such a softness to flow...
"I have to pull, Honey..."
"It might hurt, Sweetie-pie..."
"I Love you, Precious..."
and with every gentleness
he exhausts his determination to separate himself from the mangled steel,
as the mumbling flame begins to creep...
"Daddy...Daddy...I'm scared, Daddy..."
his little one whimpers...
"I know, Honey..."
"I know..."
"Me, too..."
"But, Daddy won't leave you...Honey..."
"I won't leave you..."
"Not ever..."
...the pulling and tugging and garbled warnings become serious,
and then fearfully desperate,
as the creeping flame becomes a low crackling...
...wrapping himself about his child,
his right cheek crushed against her left cheek,
her stubby little fingers nestled securely in his,
he positions himself...
...a daddy's last defense...
...yellow tongues now lick at his back,
singeing his hair,
bubbling the skin of his neck...
...teeth clenched,
he clutches his little one as if the power of his spirit could protect...
"Daddy...Daddy..."
terror,
fear,
"My foot, Daddy...it hurts, Daddy..."
words muscle a path through grimacing lips...
"I Love you, Miss Gail..."
"Daddy's here, Honey-pie..."
"God Almighty, I Love you..."
...while flames viciously satisfy their demonic appetites,
possessed of a fatherly desperation,
he smothers his little one against his chest with a pure and consuming Love...

Then...
...then,
silence...


rko
December 20, 2005




Copyright © enigma ... [ 2005-12-22 10:23:55]
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Re: A Consuming Love (User Rating: 1 )
by Silent-No-More on Thursday, 22nd December 2005 @ 10:53:08 AM AEST
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This is.... (geesh, Ron - I can't even find the right words for this....)... absolutely captivating and incredible potent. I was entirely drawn in... rapt... and incredibly affected by this piece. I can liken the experience only to those moments in good books and compelling movies (or... even more so... in real life) when one's heart begins to beat a bit faster and one's mind is reeling from the images. And, for the record, I want to say so much more here... but am finding it impossible to do so. This... hits hard and has left me feeling a bit dazed and... rather overwhelmed.


Wishing my comment could have been... more somehow,
~Snemmy


Re: A Consuming Love (User Rating: 1 )
by ms_me on Thursday, 22nd December 2005 @ 11:50:24 AM AEST
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I must agree I feel like I feel when I read marvelous books, captivated like I am actually there going through what is happening in the poem. Excellently written and the highest regard to the author.

Truly inspired,
Ms_me


Re: A Consuming Love (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Saturday, 4th February 2006 @ 07:15:05 AM AEST
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A fine testimate to a fathers love. Just like our heavenly father.
i really don't know if this is a true story or just an inner feeling but this is one of the most moving writes that I've ever read.
A masterpeice of true, un dying love.
huggs,
emy




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