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Post by augustsky on Jun 11, 2023 21:44:46 GMT -6
Up In Smoke
Satin promises,
Back-door lies,
Whispered inuendo,
Vagabond ways,
Lonesome days,
Her crowded head,
In their crowded bed,
Up In smoke..
Pages of us,
Some dog-eared
By midnight's touch,
Some folded, and kept
Behind the heart,
Others torn away,
Now..curl and burn,
Black cinders,
Offerings,
Float to the night wind.
Years and tears
In a circle of stone,
Ashes strewn,
Residue
Of me,
Of you.
Up In smoke..
©Augustsky
'Burning house' by:Cam
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Post by Catlady2710 on Jun 12, 2023 9:17:33 GMT -6
So very sad. Enjoyed the read  |
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Post by Sugarmuser on Jun 12, 2023 14:39:38 GMT -6
I hope a phoenix flies out from the smoke, Sky. Endings are sad but revivals keep us progressing. Hugs
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Post by Castle Court Jester on Jun 12, 2023 23:32:42 GMT -6
This is a very powerful but so sad read  Meant complimentary to your skills of course it's just so sad. As Sugar says above I repeat. I hope brighter days are ahead. |
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Post by goldenmyst on Jun 13, 2023 18:42:00 GMT -6
Deeply moving and emotionally powerful. Loved this as the true poetic genius you possess. The ending really captivated me and showed me sorrow so deep I was both mesmerized and touched. Even in its sadness you gave it the magic you have and brought alive the feelings that this so brilliantly displayed.
Much love,
John
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Post by augustsky on Jun 17, 2023 19:43:42 GMT -6
Kind & Beautiful Poets each of you are, Thank you..
Sky
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Post by AquarianM on Nov 29, 2023 7:33:29 GMT -6
Sometimes having such a ritual may be cathartic, cleansing, necessary. Hard as it is, as humans we need the symbology of letting go to complete the actual process of doing so. Great poem with a lot of human depth, Sky.
Dan
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See you all more tomorrow. Happy Friday/weekend everyone 
Meant complimentary to your skills of course it's just so sad. As Sugar says above I repeat. I hope brighter days are ahead.
