Embers

Of them days I'll always remember, till my cold bleak December

When frost touches my hair leaving a balding blank frozen stair

My roots did me dismember, remaining only a glowing ember

Of a time more fair, when t'was no need of coals to warm stark despair

With seasoned memory's I stoke the fire, kindling light's dying desire

Poking charcoal cold and black, smoke of hope to never come back

Life's oven of sooty clinkers smudges on the minds of aged thinkers

Dreams of smoke drift away on fading wings of yesterday

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Almost like someone imagining being cremated.
Nice in-line rhyme.
j.

[Soren]

I like that view Jacob it seems to fit well. Thank you so much for the read and comment it is always most appreciated

[Betty Hermelee]

Hi Soren
Remembering back with notions of a different time, when desire did not need a stoking fire; yet now you stoke the fire hoping to bring back all these embers of desire....of yesterday...memories of hope...
Beautiful write Soren...
Warmly, B

[Soren]

So true Betty times change and so do we. I deeply appreciate the read and kind understanding comment.

[Betty Hermelee]

Always a pleasure!!
Warmly, B