Gray blossoms burst, almost substance,
before they float too high above.
Sooty somersaults expand, thin,
and fade to wisps, become pale dusk.
***
So like the promises uttered
by a friend who’s fallen in love
sincerity devolves, made mist
by novel infatuation
***
Watching each silver puff escape
some hidden hearth, the world grows dark
and hours tick past, traces too faint
to know if fire still burns at all.
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D.K. Shepard
Character Crafter, Witty Banter Enthusiast, World Builder, Unpublished novelist...for now
Fantasy is where I thrive, but I like to experiment with genres for my short stories. Currently employed as a teacher in Louisville.
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By Kendall Defoe 3 days ago in Poets
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Lovely… I especially like the last verse & conclusion!
Your use of fire and smoke as a metaphor for the loss of intensity of feeling is very powerful, DK. Beautiful use of the imagery of the retreating daylight as well!
Gray blossoms burst, almost substance, before they float too high above... lovely entry, great piece
Love the description you open with here, and the longing/curiosity at the end!
-traces too faint to know if fire still burns at all.- That last line gave me pause. Wonderful writing!
Oh, this is strikingly emotional and beautiful, DK! So many gorgeous descriptions in here, and the metaphorical meaning hits so hard!
This was so poignant yet so beautiful. Loved your poem!
This is so wonderful and really captures the heartbreak of losing a friendship. And I love your imagery! Especially the "sooty somersaults."
I love the metaphorical feel of this, liken love to a fire in a hearth/ in a home. So clever DK!!
Sad, yet beautifully written. Well done.
A beautiful rumination on the loss of friendship
What a beautiful anaology for a terribly sad thing. And written with the Shepard elegance. This one has it all, D.K!