Dust swirls in humid mist
around the sacred ashes,
Charred feathers, in muted tombstone,
lost, to ether's silence.
Deep within, a quiver begins,
hid by depths of blackness;
Gentle rays, of golden light
cut the carbon crevasse.
Mass, of healing white erupts,
pure, and cool, and blinding;
Far above, the angels dance
caught, in trance of passion.
Golden tinge, in orange wings;
there, the pheonix rises -
Seeking cosmos in its wake,
and leaving ashes of past.
Author notes
Option 2, Pheonix.
The poem is also intended as a metaphor, to a person who rises from the tombstones of his/her past, into the golden glory of present.
A contest entry
- Let's Get the Ink Flowing!!! by Auburn Sunrise.
1800 points, ended March 16, 2008, 30 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Well damn!
LOL. Excuse my french, but you really got my attention with this one!
I absolutely LOVE it! It was flawless, inspirational, dark, lucid, and poignant all in one. Not only that but it kept me on the edge of my seat right up to the last line!
Stunning. Brilliant. I can't think of enough words to praise this wonderful poem.
You are definitely being added to my favorites for this.
Probably the best Phoenix poem I've read in my entire life.
Also, I love how you made it a metaphor for a person rising above their past.
Thank you so much for this awesome entry! I'll be reading more of your work, that's for certain.
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Wow, your comment has totally made my day
I am so happy that you enjoyed my work 
Thanks for the inspirational contest and for taking the time for reading and commenting..
Sunflower.
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