Poem -
Embers
Awaking in the glow of slow embers
Where night-rheum doused my eyes before its time
A shadow fades ~ I cannot remember
Chased by incessant ticking or a chime.
The voices of the present ~ ever-singing
Are clanging in the rooms beyond the door
Their bright unceasing clamour ever bringing
me back from gentle realms of Nevermore.
Yet in the rheumy glow of embers dying
I look for you again in grave-walk scenes
Which has me ever longing; ever trying
to find our cherished, half-remembered dreams.
To loose that silken scarf a friend thought kind
And free you from the embers of my mind.
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Comments
Excellent. ...great write....Thank you
Thanks, Lorris.
Very much appreciated.
J ;)
Beautiful and very captivating xxxx
Thank you so much.
J xxx
This is gripping J...enjoyed
Thank you, Rose.
So glad you enjoyed it.
J x
Hi Β J Β Such a wonderful readΒ
You are so good atΒ creatingΒ
pieces withΒ originality
I love this, of aΒ longing felt in a dream
the ending lines superb
"To loose that silken scarf a friend thought kind
And free you from the embers of my mind."
All the best Debs x
Β
Thanks Debs. Glad you enjoyed it.
J x
My dear friend Jason,
Glowing embers slowly burn out
Yet, the spark from just one, not completely cooled
Can rekindle the flames of passion
It drives out one's rheum doused eyes
Replacing them with tears of joy
Peace and Love,
Larry xxx
Such a lovely thought, so pregnant with hope...could only come from you, Larry.
It's one of the many reasons I remain...
your friend & fan,
J ;)
brilliant ink J!
Thanks Lisa.
J xxx
Holy crap this is beautiful Jason. I could feel every emotion in each line as you poured your heart out. It feels almost as I was hearing you speak this.... bravoΒ
You are sooo talented and dreamyΒ
Thanks Amber...
Very much appreciated.
J {Hey look! Finally remembered!!} x
This is one of my favouites from you J..... Superb writing from a yearning pen !
Not many Meath men would agree with me but I feel like shouting "Up Donegal".
Mick.
I appreciate the sentiment, Mick...but there's really no need to betray the tribe!!
J ;)