Here among the embers of a burnt out muse
I fan what flames that are left and take comfort
In the act of doing so, elusive mystery of self
Expression kindled once more as I chain these
Words together, freeing what thoughts that linger
Above the feelings from which they rise, and
Taking heed of a sky as it slowly darkens with the
Promise of rain, I realize now why a shadow falls
Across these lines, oozes through my fingers like
Tainted ectoplasm from a heart long haunted by
A restless desire to be occupied with something
A bit more tangible than a past best left behind.
END
“Embers”
A restless desire to be occupied with something
A bit more tangible than a past best left behind."
I love these verses and the not so subtle wisdom elicited within them. Thank you, George. Love and peace to you. Regis
This is a large serving of poetic pleasure.
Seems as though one would want to reach for the new, but at the same time swing slowly on the past.
Enjoyed this.
Lisa
Build that fire George...geeeeeez I need one right now ...raining here and bloooooody cold!!
Love Tinka ;p
the tone is sombre yet it sings out with reflection and focus ...
and your clarity of vision always amazes me!
Wonderful write!
Eileen