Ashes

memories and triggers

  
this stolen song

you crucifying yourself 

in the light of your mother's candle 

burning the edges of your shadow

weeping lyrics into a pile of ashes

fingertips streaking black tears 

sleepless , dreamless


you were at the edge 

the beginnings of poetry 

and broken calendars 

living between lies

    

    if I only could 

    exchange your nightmare 

    for another daydream



these perils of time  

I touched your shoulder 

and you stared 

not knowing  I was still there 

you kept singing 

trembling bitterness 

and I listened

to your acidic tears 

etch my memories 

your fall before that tiny flame 

this helpless sadness 

sleepless , dreamless

empty

copyright 2013 Robin Christopher Amaral

Reviews

[Hayley]

I like how this comes full circle, and I also like your honesty and the picture you paint. The flame and the candle really work well here- it shows a sadness and an insightfulness. You expressed yourself well. I like it when I can feel something else in a poem. Excellent job.

[MOON]

Poignant , heartfelt write . Like a sad an empty heart. So well captured in this write.

[Robin]

Thank you

[asdarkeyesclose]

'your fall before that tiny flame

this helpless sadness'


this is so good i was startled by it, the depth of emotion, the level of understanding. your poetry really is amazing.

[Robin]

much appreciation , thank you

[Ed Hart]

ashes ashes, all fall down...the things we carry across this long bed of coals

[Robin]

live love write

[Lilly Negoi]

i know you told me the story behind this poem - but it still bleeds pain through each word. you were there - and this is a memory that nothing will erase from your memory. and now, neither from mine.

[Robin]

such are the etchings of ink , mulţumesc Liliana

[Robin]

Oh Robin, this is so heartfelt, and you did listen to the one you felt to write this about/for. It is sad, and same time strong, indeed as endings are beginnings, of always something new-newer... You wrote from every heartbeat.

E.L.

[Robin]

they say the mind knows all , yet it is the heart that understands , Thank you Elisa

So very true. The mind is just a translator in word, while the heart did already spoke... (so I think) or my brains do... so welcome.

[writing mojo]

Wow! some people wear the most beautiful fragility in sadness...absolutely amazing piece robin...

[Robin]

appreciated Mojo

[Dream Mistress]

:)

[Robbie~xoxo~]

The emotion you bring forth within this piece is sad yet beautifully haunting. I truly felt the confinement that pain can take a heartbroken soul to. This is an amazing write.

[Robin]

Thank you Robbie

[Michael Kevin Spencer]

Lately Robin you have really been writing well, and it's not so much the poems themselves so much as the vibration, if you know what I mean.

[Robin]

yes , it is the heart shoving the intellect aside , Thank you Michael

[Michael Kevin Spencer]

I know you are fond of that Robin, so I guess you were the Scorpio and she was the Taurus...

[Circe]

felt this like a mourning..... tragic... beauty that is not allowed to be fully realised... a sadness that makes the soul heavy... and you tried to exchange that nightmare for another dream.... you reach and risk the burning... so tender and loving... to melt away that emptiness and fill it with the symphony of dreams...

[Robin]

endings are beginnings ... thank you Circe for adding your music

[Circe]

i really like that outlook... to believe in it..