Burning

If you do not wish to be prone to anger, do not feed the habit; give it nothing which may tend to its increase. ~ Epictetus

You left a raging fire behind

That consumed all

Only ashes remain

 

For a while all was red

Followed by black

With the passage of time

 

Not knowing how to recover

Escaped into myself

Looking for answers

 

You are now dead

You are now ashes

No further answer to come

 

Doing what I know best

I took the reds and the black

And spread them across a canvas

 

~ acrylic on canvas MCS

 

Reviews

[Marie]

A very emotive, poignant write from your poetic pen, Mary. A day comes when we can find no more answers to our questions. We accept that and have to move on with our lives and you used your energy so wisely to paint this superb painting of the red and black. It is truly spectacular! The blend of colours is magical. The ashes are left behind, and it is best for us to leave the fire die down in our mind and our heart and live each new day as best we can. Life is too short not to forgive ourselves and the other person involved, dear Mary. Thank you for sharing this succinct but very powerful and sensitive poem...

[MCS]

Marie, thank you for those amazing words. I know you understand. I'm done thinking woe is me screw it I'm not broken I'm becoming.

[Marie]

Yes, I understand, dear Mary. You have healed your lovely self and you are no longer broken, you are becoming the lovely lady you always were but you forgot her for a while. Keep well, dear Mary... Bless you always...

[Chris Shaw]

Visually beautiful and brimful of emotion. A relationship deceased. The
flames burned high and in anger before they turned to ash. Nicely composed and the posted image works well with your chosen words MCS. Well done.

Chris

[MCS]

Thank you Chris, I always appreciate your thoughtful sharing.

[Chris Shaw]

You are welcome.