Poem -
Her Cinder Path
Behind shuttered windows of her mind,
A spent candle that once burned bright.
Bygone musings wane now confined,
Enveloped within their shared benight.
Her cinder path with appendage seams,
Well worn between diminishing girth.
Bare testament to shipwrecked dreams,
Lie all consumed beneath deep earth.
Soul skies seep from blue to gray,
Of amour unbounded so long ago.
Ripe memories wither and decay,
Love's embers alas no more aglow.
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Her cinder path that leads nowhere,
With plight of isolation imbued.
Of none left to love - none to care,
Full circle of silent solitude.
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Comments
wow! powerful Shaun! really cool!........................................................Jim
Wow Jim already a taker !
Good to hear from you and it is goods to tell you in the here and now Congratulations on your recent poetry contest win.
Good to see you up there and in the frame and deservingly so.
This poem is part of a trilogy of sorts this being the sequel to
Sorrowful Trees and the last will be upped soon.
If I can get it to work and flow right!
Anyway, I hope you are in good fettle as are your loved ones around you and Jim remain poetry blessed my friend.
And well done again!βοΈ:)
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Well, where to start Shaun. What a cracker my friend....especially at this time on a Sunday morning when I've just popped on.Β
Shaun, nowhere have I 'felt' lonliness so powerfully and starkly through the written word, I think your words here have described the ultimate human condition...
the place we will all reach at some point in life and the very place we fear the most.Β
We probably are all aware of the 'Mrs Jones' who lives on most streets, never going out, always peeping through the window, we probably all laughed at her as kids because being her or him is what we feared the most yet...most of us do.indeed become our own Mrs Jones or Mr Jones at some point should life knock us one time too many. A really really great write Shaun x
Marion, any praise from you is valued more than gold.
Thank you for your generous words and you are life's well honed observer in what you see around you with regards to 'Mrs Jones', for there are more than a few still living around me.
Alas sadly.
Widows row and all that, silent women rarely seen, women who have stories to tell and share on life, of younger days with hopes and dreams for a bright future.
Wings on their feet, so to speak, then things in life as always- change.
Β Be back tonight to catch up on yours and others as well.
Thanks again Marion for your superb and warmly welcomed comments and hugs to you my friend. x.
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Such sadness is brilliantly penned here, Shaun. " shipwrecked dreams" how many of us have those, I wonder. A stunning piece of poetry, my friend x
Tina thank you kindly for stopping by and having a gander and for your munificent comments.
A real pick me up tonic and greatly appreciated.
Thanks again and hope all is well. x.
You are so welcome xx
what woderful poem
but sad but outstanding
Greg, thank you my friend for stopping by here and for reading through.
And not to forget to add thanks again for your uplifting and very generous comments.
It is always good to hear from you Greg :)
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Five pins in so few hours and soon to have more stars thanΒ the Milky Bar Kid and a whole posse of his deputies .. Your poetic offering here is more than just a bit special Shaun, indeed it shines, as can be seen by the flawless ratings it has received thus far .. and am sure there will be more to follow before too long ..
Well penned my friend, enjoyed no end ..Β
Neville :)Β
Nev many, many thanks and yes the Milky Bars are on me!
Thanks for stopping by and glad a man of your poetry talents enjoyed reading and can see it for what it is and hopefully projects.
Hope all is well with you and loved ones and best wishes to all :)
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I love this piece because it whispers of Your breath taking charm.
Lisa thank you so much for visiting and my what a superb comment bestowed.
I'd better go now, for I'm getting all weepy!
All good things to you my friend and this so so poet thanks you again warmly :)
Hi Shaun, the imagery here is fantasticΒ
She feels lost on that well worn path she's trodden over it so many times she knows the route too well and lost hope in a new route manifesting
really made me think
I loved this one...brilliant
Lorna x
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Thanks Lorna and the path is her and she is the path, mirroring each other, old, decaying and as you say well worn, to be repeatedly haunted by memories of lost love and lost cherished loved ones, destined to reliveΒ said memories-day after mortal and lonesome day.
And forgive this late reply just catching up on my replies, butΒ so glad to catch yours.
See and read you soon bonny lass ;) xx
This is the third poem I have read of you so far and I am thoroughly in awe. Unique and lovely styleΒ
Haylee thank you for your uplifting words and with words like that it makes this poet feel more than well rewarded.
I'm a tad late with my reply but wish you a Merry Christmas and I thank you again.
The picture you picked it goes so well with the sadness in your write , wonderful, cheers BradfordΒ
Bradford thank you forΒ taking the the time to visit and your gracious words.
Warmly welcomed and respected and my reply is late, but wish you a Merry Christmas and I thank you once again.
you make the arc of life all spent and love all gone, loneliness, the human end, so beautiful to behold, so beautiful i had to turn my eyes away before reading this again and again
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Mark, any visit or words from your good self make this magic art called poetry and its human touch a joy to be part of and share.
Apologies for this late reply but life is life and gets in the way.
Your generous words raise my spirits and I respectfully thank you for doing that.
Have a Merry Christmas and enjoy any poetry that comes your way, that raises also your spirits my friend.
Thank you so much.