Sparks

 

Sparks

We warmed our beings

in the flames  of burning 

passion with

sparks in your eyes

alive with longing

searing into mine

have now dimmed

 curling smoke enveloping

time in a heavy grey

cloak of recrimination

I gaze at the last glow

of logs destined to

become dead ashes again ~

 

(c) Helen M. Crutchett (All rights reserved)

Author's Note

Thank you for reading my words. ~ Helena ~

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

i admire how you stayed with your metaphor. Sitting in front of a fire is such a comforting scene ... a dash of ignition ... motors running ... a bump in the road of some kind and the transmission has gone out. :))
so relatabel ... so very much a part of human living .. ashes to ashes of the heart eh!? :( and i feel for your speaker ..as in your closing she says ".....again" ... :((((((((((((((((((( pic is perfect fit says i! .. strong metaphor, universal and relatable
E.

[J Todd Underhill]

I enjoyed this piece. thanks for sharing it, and sharing of your special spirit.

[Helen Crutchett]

I'm really glad you enjoyed it J. Todd! Thank you for your kind words.

Helena

[R.E. Ray]

I enjoyed reading this poem, Helena. Good imagery and such a range of emotions in few words and lines. And, it speaks to so many who've experienced such extinguished flames. I look forward to reading more of your work.

[Helen Crutchett]

Robert,

Thank you so much for your very welcome review!

Helena