Ash

 

Plumes of smoke

Slowly turned the sky gray

As we stood on the hillside

Watching all our history burn away

Tears cleaned streaks of ash from our faces

As we realized how loud the silence actually was

No screams or cries

Just deafening echoes of solitude and loneliness

Blasting in our minds

Sun now setting,

The light still trying to keep the night at bay

Author's Note

Usually when I write I just have a random thought pop into my head and I just go with it. What I'm saying is I often don't know what exactally im writing about except that it is emotion, my emotion. That's the case with this poem so I was just hoping along with a review if you could tell me what you think it is about... I'd like to know how and what people think.

Reviews

[JudyC]

Tears cleaned streaks of ash from our faces
Abruptly realizing how loud the silence actually was

These are my favorite lines in a vivid poem that (to me) could be about an actual fire, or perhaps a relationship that has ended. The last four lines especially remind me of a relationship in ruins. The poem is brief but intense, very effective. Every word contributes to the intensity of the poem. I can really see and smell the fire and ashes. Good job!

[Wildecat]

This is a well crafted poem, a definite pleasure to read.