If

Dark caustic clouds

bitter fuming winds

bilious downpours

outdid themselves

in choking a benign

gently lit flame

Yet, an ember 

does still breathe

in a tiny pocket of hope

under tons and tons

of wet, acrid ash

upon a promise unsaid

So seek its warmth

not with a pallid mind

or a twisted intellect

but seek it with a

penitent, hopeful heart

as you would seek

a lost, forsaken love

Reviews

[Jibey]

This writing makes an immediate impact with its strong images of devastation and destruction. But how effectively, within the short lined structure, the flickering flame makes its presence felt and we are led along the pathway not only of hope but of grace.

These words touched me.

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

Thank you Jibey :)

[Chris Shaw]

I saw this as being a tiny flicker of hope. I enjoyed the language chosen in this poem Dhara.

Chris

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

I hate to hope sometimes. But it is in our blood, I guess. Thank you very much :)

[Paul Bell]

This has the feel of Halloween.
Mind you, it is that time again.
Great flow.

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

A returning past love can be as scary as Halloween ;)
I agree with you. Thank you.

[VALORMORE DE PLUME]

I like this Dhara. Marvelous wordplay, setting outland roiling snares, then succumbs to assimilation by steadfast devotion by lack of avarice.

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

Thank you for reviewing. Very kind of you.