Of times dimly lit

The past moves
through shadows lamp lit
a door slightly ajar
footsteps creak
on the wood
of its ancestors
I see hands
stoke the fire.
I too would like
to rise from the ashes
but the smoke
gets in my eyes.

Reviews

[Relic]

I think there are many who wish they could rise from the ashes of past mistakes and past regrets. I know I do. I can relate. Nice one andrew.

[andrew mitchell]

Wouldn’t it be nice Tim to do that . Thanks Tim.

[Mari' Emeraude]

There is some beautiful imagery in this short, but lovely piece.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you very much dear poet for your kind words.

[Sami Khalil]

Your past and ancestors are smiling at the truth of this poem, its imagery and progression to the present.
Rest assured Trump won't pass you in poetry; he is still relevant in US politics and holds sway though, unfortunately.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you as always Sami.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome Emperor Andrew

[Poetic Beauty]

You and me both. The smoke does get in our eyes sometimes and we are blinded to the beauty that can be found.

I loved this poem as a whole but especially the ending!!

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you very much PB