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Ashes

boxes full of memories
boxes stacked too far
boxes overflowing
holding the essence of who we are

boxes full of boxes
pain upon pain
set them all together
outside in the rain

memories of yesterdays
soaking-wet out in the sun
ink steaming through the mind
baked but never done

vapor rising endlessly
spirits of the past
ghosts haunting winds
blow chills of Everest

mountains of boxes
thrown upon the pyre
burning the memories
with everlasting fire

ashes upon ashes
ashes stacked too far
ashes in the breeze
whispers of who we are





Poetry by Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-06-19 at 04:47

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SecretWords The PoetBay support member heart!
You're right. It is (scaringly) on the same subject matter as my poem also published today.

I like how yours is in rhymes and I do really love the imagery.

S.
2009-06-20


Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
Liz, I would love to be able to share an audio with you of me reading this so you can hear how it reads aloud. I have made one but have no way of posting it here. : ) kathy
2009-06-19


liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
i DO like this poem but
I think the flow could better.

You have a chatchy flow
at the start, but then in
lose the flow in this stanza:
"vapor rising endlessly
spirits of the past
ghosts haunting winds
blow chills of Everest"
before picking it up again,
kind of like when a cd
skips while playing.

I hope I have not upset you
as I like this poem but just
think it can/could flow better.

~L.~
2009-06-19


melanie sue
Wow, Kathy. I am speechless. I have mixed emotions concerning holding onto and letting go of......and I can't explain here, but this poem really touched my heart and brought a tear.
(bookmarked)
2009-06-19


Zoya Zaidi
Dear Kathy, this is a poignant piece!
There are some memories we would rather wipe out from our system, yet, they are the very ones that refuse to leave us...
But, again memories are all we a have, and all we can really call our own-rest just tends to slip away...
Treasure your pleasant memories and push the unpleasant ones at the back of your mind- that is the mantra of living and loving...
((Hugs)))
Love,
Zoya
2009-06-19



I have tons of these boxes Kathy and I just can't throw them away or burn them from my mind, but placing them in such fine poetic order in a poem such as yours, is a great idea and clears the view for more box filling, yet to do.

Loving, melancholic flow, this poem has.

Smiling at you

Tai
2009-06-19