Crackling Fires of Funeral Pyres

Digging holes with bamboo poles
Earth hanging by a string
ember coals and smokey souls
our injured hearts refuse to sing

Nostril flares and double dares
blood coursing through our veins
no one cares or fires flares
to save us from the flames

Rubber necks on splintered decks
missiles pierce the sky
the crackling fires of funeral pyres
sparkle in our eyes

Mascara streaks on dampened cheeks
a heavy quiet fills the air
we crawl across a floor that creaks
to waken our despair

Stars explode and fade to black
the darkened sky above
stretches far from east to west
obscuring peace and love

Geoffrey Reilly is a skilled, passionate, and collaborative information designer and writer with over 30 years of experience in the software industry.  He lives in Warren, RI with his wife Meg and their dog, Pepsi.

In his spare time, he writes essays, poetry, and (every now and then) short stories.

You can find his creative endeavors on his blog site, Bending the Needle – Truth Hurts and on his personal website.

If you would like to have your work published in The Poetry Bar send your poem, a few words about yourself and the link to your blog and Instagram account to the e-mail

2 thoughts on “Crackling Fires of Funeral Pyres

  1. Brilliant poem! Loved how certain words echo deep thoughts and actions. The image that is conjured is pretty powerful!

    Very apt title, Geoffrey! 👌

    Thanks for sharing, Luna 🤗

    1. Thanks for the kind words, Harshi!

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