Yesterday's embers

 Black burnt out coals, a past life strewn upon the ground

Once a king, leaf gowned, now with crumbling ashes crowned

 This naked form burnt, free in smoke, climbs like birds

Ashen white with fire's age, liberated of superfluous dry words

Spent, its kind warmth, reminder of frigid nights gone

A forgotten debt of comfort lost, in morning's yawn of dawn

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

Yesterday might as well be a burnt pile of ash. There is no redoing it nor can we change what has transpired. We can only move forward with grace and try to learn from our yesterday’s lesson and apologize for unkind acts

[Soren]

Indeed Poetic that is a big part of this poem. We all burn out over time.

[Poetic Beauty]

We have to remember to take time for ourselves and keep a balance between work, family, spiritual and ourselves.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love it....I just hope if the coals are strewn they are cooled first or wildfires can be started
by poetic embers that are still smoldering.

[Soren]

Thanks Jacob embers from my poetry go out quickly and to my knowledge have never started any poetic fires. Thanks for the read my friend and the kind words

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

very sharply written, and like a Tarkovski film, the images are more astounding than the meaning. i don't think there are 'hidden meanings' in this work, but for me, it made me think the ways memory effects the present. a welcoming fire burning through the night - it brings warmth and enchantment. but as the next day arrives its just a memory, and there is a feeling of wanting to go back but knowing you can't. it's a great play on very delicate emotions.

[Soren]

Thank you so much Ern I appreciate your reads and remarks very much and they mean a great deal. We are all just fuel for the fire.