Ashes

May 7, 2011 10:15 AM Posted by April
Your kiss presses my lips,
limp, cold, and stillborn.
Where did the fire go?
Dire smoke billows;
Acrid tears dwindle the fire
Into smoldering coals.
We poke at them -
And spread the ashes.

* I was inspired to write this after reading this poem by Mamta.


3 Response to "Ashes"

  1. mamta Says:

    6/03/2011 10:09 AM

    nicely done, wonderful imagery.

  2. April Lindfors Says:

    6/03/2011 10:09 AM

    DT, thank you. Nice to make your acquaintance. I perused your blog...wonderful poetry, beautiful artwork as well.

  3. D T Says:

    6/03/2011 10:09 AM

    Perfect! Poetry has a way with me as no other literary form. Nice to make the acquaintance of another Floridian!

    My best to you,

    http://deanify.blogspot.com/

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