~Ashes, We All Fall

Where is love laid to rest

when it takes that last breath

are there markers at a grave-site

or does it purely burn out

much like ashes of cremation

no bejeweled urn to possess

terminated last rites,

sacrificed primordial

spiritual strength for recovery

~~

 if you've faith enough

  to say 'AMEN'

Author's Note

Reviews

[DCT ponderings]

Wish I knew where it goes. My biggest fear is that it never really once. Perhaps if there where markers at a grave site we could look back and say yes indeed it did happen. But love is fleeting and as elusive as our lives themselves. Perhaps all we get in the end is our own knowingness. Okay Amen!

[Frieda P]

Ha love your review, sorry for the late reply...thanks so much DCT!

[Rita L. Sev]

"Markers at the grave site"... The burial place of love is within the lover's heart - and it is indeed marked, forever changed by the experience... Amen.

Thoughtful, deep write for a sunny morning, Frieda!

[Frieda P]

Thanks Rita, hope the sun is still shining on you my friend!

[Dean Kuch®]

Amen!

Is our love truly ever laid to rest? Or, is it simply the shell; that husk that was once meat, bone & sinew, that we mourn?

I choose to believe true love never dies, even though the body is out of sight, and out of mind...

Nice, very thought provoking piece, Frieda.

[Frieda P]

Thanks Dean, I'm not sure what happen to 'emotions', depends on how it affected us I guess, some cases we just want to bury it and be done with it....

[Vikrantsingh]

This is amazing read Frieda Bravo!
"Where is love laid to rest
when it takes that last breath"
- these lines kept me shocked and I read these lines 4-5 times..
What a sensible poem. I must say you make people stick to it and ask for more and more.
I was really happy and shocked to read sucha wonderful poem.. Thank you so much for inviting me.
- Singh :)

[Frieda P]

You are always cordially invited my sweet Singh, love to read your reviews and see you on my page, glad you enjoyed this one my friend. :-)

[Vikrantsingh]

You're welcome always :)

[SyberRose]

I have seen lots of unmarked graves living on the battlefields of Va...from the civil war...
I have walked through the cemeteries of both the north and south...
A thought provoking piece Frieda...i want to be cremated but not sure where I want my ashes to
be left or scattered or maybe even buried...Rose

[Frieda P]

Sounds eerie Rose, I want to be cremated too, toss me over the sea and I'll be happy, thanks for your insightful thoughts. x

[Holly Mason]

how ill doth he deserve a lovers name
who's pale weak flame cannot contain
....this is a writing by a 17th century english poet- Thomas Carew and your writing instantly brought this to my mind
his heat in spite of absence or disdain
but doth at once like paper set on fire
burn and expire
sorry the poem ends with
my very ashes shall in their urn
like a hollowed lamp forever burn.....
beautiful words you have written truly...
thank you fine lady...for sparking my ashes of soul*)

[Frieda P]

Wow Holly, what a grand compliment, thanks so much. Had to read your fabulous poet....ETERNITY OF LOVE PROTESTED, I'm truly humbled my sweet friend.

[Holly Mason]

I have to tell ya I know every word to that poem I recite it often (since I was 15) and I never knew the title ...so I thank you fine lady*)*)*)

[Frieda P]

Oh, you're welcome my dear friend, I've recited Kahlil Gibran since about that age, used to incite a riot in my parents. ;-)

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.

[Holly Mason]

that is more then beautiful ...interesting what we do as adults after what we read as children I can see your now writing in this...have a super good day fine lady

[Cassie]

and I will say Amen not because I like to bury love but because death of a sour love opens a door way for a more better fulfilling love. nicely done dear

[Frieda P]

Wise, very wise dear Cassie, thanks muchly...

[Angi]

It is there, still. In memories before whatever end came along. How bitter we would be if we couldn't find some beauty in relationships past?! Nicely done, Frieda. Angi~

[Frieda P]

Amen to that Angi, thanks so much....

[Jack...]

If the love was true, honest and devoted, then I believe it has not died, it is merely waiting in another place till the timing is right. If the love was not true from the start, then it never really lived.

Frieda, so much flows in your words, as if we speak these ourselves through you. You bring meaning to our thoughts and quantify our emotions so purely and beautifully, we could possibly live by your poems alone.

Very nice my friend.

[Frieda P]

You're too kind my friend, you humble me with your words.

[Emily B]

love burns, it is the holy light that never dies, it is still in your heart where it should be

[Frieda P]

Love burns, yes it does, thanks Emily.

[Ruth]

Perhaps it lingers ether bound to kiss the lips of dawn in happiness that it is finally home :) Beautiful piece and enjoyed the song too, classic xx

[Frieda P]

Ha positive answer there, 'kiss the lips of dawn in happiness', love that line! Thanks my sweet friend. xo

[Ruth]

xo Always welcome hon x