How our cold air
Pushes the past down
On every taken step
-
I wait in grief
For the memories
To seep beneath
The roots of an
Ever-present birch tree
-
Yet with the cracks of Earth
The indivisible form of memory
Sings a pressuring silence
Of treasures deprived of keys
About the Creator
Keep reading
More stories from Mona Yonus and writers in Poets and other communities.
FPS: The Last Flame Challenge Winners
Welcome to our first Winners Announcement of the year and to the final challenge in the Fall Poetry Series. The Last Flame invited writers to sit with endings, using fire as a central image to consider what remains when something burns out: ash, warmth, memory, silence, or the faint promise of what comes next. The strongest pieces treated endings as gradual rather than sudden, allowing them to flicker, dim, and linger.
By Vocal Curation Team5 days ago in Resources
Comments (1)
This was so beautifully written! Loved your wonderful poem!