Ashes in the Wind

Ashes blow in the wind,

blowing into my eyes,

stinging them.

I question now 

what I questioned then.

Is it too late?

Do I even believe in fate?

Would I recognize it 

if waves brought it 

beached upon my shore?

Always a door 

that needs to be barred,

always a fire burning.

always my heart a stirring.

Latch the door 

before the wind breathes 

upon my fire,

and my passions seize control

of my duty born, 

war-worn

soul.

Ill-fated, brilliant star

dies out silently above.

And I am left looking at

reason, responsibility, 

and crimson cords of love.

White candles 

dripping waxy tears,

lit within a circle 

of silent prayers.

Dispel the growing darkness

inside of me;

the sudden starkness.

Ashes blow in the wind, 

I watch them float away,

And I wonder if I am right or wrong.

But I don’t feel right today.

And I wonder will it always be this way?

I calculate over and over

a complex equation,

while pondering

life's blinking duration....

Wanting the best for everyone else,

Without the disappearance

of my true self.

Reviews

[Alvin L. Kathembe]

Do we have a destiny? Is there such a thing as Fate? Neo answered that he didn't like the idea that he wasn't in control of his own life. But are we? Or are we vessels upon the sea of life, steered by the winds of fate?

'Always a door
that needs to be barred,
always a fire burning.
always my heart a stirring.
Latch the door
before the wind breathes
upon my fire,
and my passions seize control'

Beautiful stanza.

Really good write, this gets a 100/100 from me (If you'd allowed us to rate it!)
Thanks for sharing!

[JRB]

Doubt, fear, lost thoughts, gathering inside and now they ask the inner question, will I, can I, should I, I must, I will, I have, I am alive and yet I am dead, I need to live past this emotion to it's end. Nice write,,,,,

[lawrence bear]

like a loved one lost, a life burned, but a soul remembered, like a tendered kiss, blown in the wind, a life within, a soul, its bliss.

thank you for sharing a lovely write

[MAC]

oh my this is brilliant. crimson cords is seriously clever. this goes to music perfectly like a counting crows tune. unfortunately i was in the middle of a library singing your poem. wasn't a big deal until people clapped at the end. anyway great poem.

[Revery]

Nautili,

This is incredible, your words and metaphors are complex and stunning. Love the lines:

while pondering
life's blinking duration....
Wanting the best for everyone else,
Without the disappearance
of my true self.

Do we concede to larger plans or do we set our own course. Lovely contemplative write.

[Robbie~xoxo~]

"Always a door
that needs to be barred,
always a fire burning.
always my heart a stirring.
Latch the door
before the wind breathes
upon my fire,
and my passions seize control
of my duty born,
war-worn
soul"~ Excellent Stanza!...Latching the door to contain the fire and protect if from the wind is a fantastic metaphor...