Forgotten

When I look for life

Dipping over morning’s first blush

I turn my candle out

Brushing it all away

 

So much still to forget

So much left in every thought

The price is a mere elegance

Death in hopeful rags enters

Like drips into a cradling hand

 

I am burned

A sinister spigot follows me

 

When I feel first warmth

First moments of bliss

breathe out

All knowledge withers

Down to the subtle stones

 

So often have I been here

So awkwardly stood free of these ties

My arms filled with answers

A breath

Cold

Children not very far away

And still

Her name, so sweetly gone

haunts

 

When I fall in blades

In morning’s first violet

A voice begins

And to this I owe no

Courtesy

 

It is only from searching

My candle still survives

Reviews

[Joel Armstrong]

A song of hope and love...
A lovely poem my friend .I loved the imagery that uve used.it has a good flow too.by far one of the best I've read today...
Thank you for sharing this with us : )

[Perdition]

Thanks Joel..I see you too have been up to the writer's business~ Well done. WIll get more to you soon as is always my pleasure. Till then ..Imagery??..jk

[Joel Armstrong]

Hehe.ur welcome my friend.
'Death in hopeful rags ' thats wat I meant by the imagery uve used.