Ashes Of The Phoenix

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In the early morning sun I travel eastward,

My shadow follows every step

And I fear nothing,

The comfort of its presence,

Like the warmth of the sun's rays upon my skin,

It makes no sound except for the echo of my smiles

Seen only in its darkened gloom,

And as the minutes of the daytime draw to dusk 

It begins to hover over my then weary form,

And grows to the heights of which my soul cannot touch,

And the wind brushes my face,

And my hair becomes coarse with the sand of the desert,

Dry and brittle,

Broken leaves dancing feverishly off-beat

To the rumble of doom.

 

 

The sun...once lighting my way, 

Now becomes as a thief in the night,

As it burns me with no fire, 

And the shadow so befriended in the day's beginnings,

Swallows me whole under the moonlight, 

And no one hears me cry, or plead for some small shread of hope,

And no mercy knows of my name, and no dream finds me,

The very beating of my heart has been forgotten by any living being,

But my eyes are singed and soon opened wide

Like a shattered pane of glass upon jagged rock

To see my heart upon the dusty earth.

 

And as the quill dips itself into the well of blood 

That pools at the edges of each pulse,

It writes the word...

 

 

      ..."A-S-H-E-S"

 

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Copyright 2013

 

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ashes_twisted's picture

Inspiration.

I can't believe that it has been two years for this one, when this is the first it has graced my eyes.

Your words were always lovely to read, and truly, I am in awe.

<333


"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo

nightlight1220's picture

ASHES!!

HI!!! Oh I miss all you guys! Ashes, you inspired me so much with that one you posted that day. Thanks for reading, and I hope you are well. I have been spending time with some other awesome artists, but will take some time this weekend to see what new poems you wrote since I have been away from PP. ✌


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

Astral_Tides's picture

Prolific depths I find. Vast,

Prolific depths I find.

Vast, quiet explosions I feel.

Yes, there is something here...

these fingers cannot find the central souce.

Mysterious singularity bearing a universe.

I cannot cup all of the particles fast enough in thir eruption.

I Reel, and drool.

 

"As it burns me with no fire, 

And the shadow so befriended in the day's beginnings,

Swallows me whole under the moonlight,..."

 

A most enjoyed set from this saga.

 

I can relate to your inspiration,

and one just born essence adds waves to an ever churning ocean.

Fantastic!


"The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible; but all natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence." R.W.E.

 


 

nightlight1220's picture

Yes..an essence captured

Yes..an essence captured under the poet's glass dome..."plucked from a pocket of space an time", ...why we gather here. -peace-

http://www.postpoems.org/authors/nightlight1220/poem/965460


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

PeterChristopherRaymond's picture

Your imagery is so sensual.

Your imagery is so sensual. It's as though you challenge the reader to feel, taste, touch, smell and see every line and thus become intertwined in the poem. :)

nightlight1220's picture

I was hoping for that...I

I was hoping for that...I know I felt it while writing it. Thanks Peter...I've been working on that aspect of my writing..taught by people like yourself on pp!!

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

bishu's picture

Kudos to you ^ ashes

Kudos to you ^ ashes


©bishu 

 

nightlight1220's picture

Always love to hear from

Always love to hear from Bishu!! Namaste, you "gentle man" :-)

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

SSmoothie's picture

Wow! Excellent! 

Wow! Excellent! 


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's life SIMS, but not as we know it" - ¡$&am

nightlight1220's picture

Thanks, Ssmooth one! ...

Thanks, Ssmooth one!

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

pbenarumairaj's picture

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Hi Nightlight,

It's quite a blend of nature and the frustration of the human being.  The carefully used vocabulary really makes it easy for the reader to have a swift flow while reading. Nice.

Ben

nightlight1220's picture

Yes Ben, exactly what I was

Yes Ben, exactly what I was trying to express. We often think it is man against the elements, but truly, it is man fighting inner conflicts and nature always trying to lure us within to see the inner landscape with more clarity.


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

allets's picture

To See The Inner Landscape

... with more clarity..." A think devoutely to be wished - amen ~Lady A