The ember weaves its web.
Perfectly crafted by design,
thinly spun to catch the floating ashes,
it’s tangled too tightly to pull free.
Each thread dances on memories:
of fluttering fingertips on rosy cheeks
and soft breaths on black lashes.
A touch followed by withdrawal--
the tentacles of reminiscences
curl in serpentine circles
around forgotten wounds.
Where once it burns-- it sputters faintly.
Choking back the regrets--
I reluctantly allow forlorn hope
to tickle the conscience.
In a list
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is powerful and well written. I won't pretend to completely understand it though.
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Thank you for your beautiful entry, Josephine
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Excellent
Oh my this is so skillful and powerful. Really draws the reader in so intensely. Good luck in the contest.
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OH MY
This is so lovely. What a great write.
Thanks for being part of thi adventure.
Hugs
Jan
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