Shards of scarlet embers remain untouched in the hub of the hearth,
The once familiar comfort of the warmth has since departed,
Leaving only slivers of longing in it's path.
The morrow shall bring deafening silence,
So devastatingly honest and yet so apathetic in its outcome.
Ebony ashes descend from the air leaving the occasional passerby lightly dusted with memories of what was,
Salted sorrows float through the atmosphere leaving nothing untouched; nothing forgotten.
A single flame remains,
Guarded by none yet protected by all,
Unscathed; it burns on.
Crisp residue has left the once delicate walls squalid and unforgiving,
The elegance of the before has turned tawdry,
The after is all that remains.
*This poem won me $350 in a contest back in 2004 & was published in an anthology of young poets.*
Leaving only slivers of longing in it's path.
The morrow shall bring deafening silence,
So devastatingly honest and yet so apathetic in its outcome.
Ebony ashes descend from the air leaving the occasional passerby lightly dusted with memories of what was,
Salted sorrows float through the atmosphere leaving nothing untouched; nothing forgotten.
A single flame remains,
Guarded by none yet protected by all,
Unscathed; it burns on.
Crisp residue has left the once delicate walls squalid and unforgiving,
The elegance of the before has turned tawdry,
The after is all that remains.
*This poem won me $350 in a contest back in 2004 & was published in an anthology of young poets.*
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