A Beautiful Death
Of A Wandering Flame
If life is a cloud
then, death is the rain
Falling like a shroud
over ash in a grave
Searching for a flame
or a spark to get started
Maybe someone to blame
cause my heart is retardent
Denying the fire
resisting the spark
Redesigning the pyre
befriending the dark
Burning my soul
like a hot cup of coffee
Claiming control
my ember the trophy
Hissing and popping
an incinerated spirit
White hot and glowing
but never getting near it
An unquenchable need
to peel the scorched
The spark is the seed
my willingness, torched
Smouldering ash
now unable to combust
Remnants of a match
as cinders crumble to dust
The smoke is the witness
the haze tells the story
Baptized by the flame
an eternal grail, holy
Still life hides within
waiting to break the ground
So, no matter what's been
renewed beauty is found
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Don't mean to be depressing, but this poem would be a good one to recite or read at a funeral. Good job.