Dust and ashes

Alone through windswept streets I stumble
a dried out husk of emptiness.
My world is naught but dust and ashes
and thus it's always been I guess.

Though I recall a time so lovely,
when everything was new to me.
I beheld life in all its splendor;
I lived and laughed flamboyantly.

My youth was truly full of wonder;
I was a traveller of space,
who rode the mighty mounts of thunder,
and laughed my way to moms embrace.



Poetry by An-ders
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Written on 2008-10-27 at 20:42

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John Ashleigh
A very pleasurable read my friend - I couldn't criticise at all. Thankyou for sharing!

Regards,
John.
2010-11-22


Achernar
A most fine and expertly done poem here with some really excellent meter throughout and fine rhyme as well!!
2009-11-03


Dee Daffodil
The imagery in this poem is very good ! "A dried out husk of emptiness"....love it !
Hugs,
Dee
2009-01-26