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EmmaRose
Senior Member

since 2011-03-02

Posts 1376
Midwest

0 posted 2011-11-26 09:44 AM

The inevitable ashes
while you cradle my feet
in vanishing yellows
as they dry into browns

you left me to stand
amid liberation
in the sting
of the afterchill
while you were windswept
on the cusp of November

as you journey
your fate and the
seasons do talley

I pray
you remember
I once hosted
your colors

JerryPat2
Member Laureate

since 2011-02-06

Posts 16975
South Louisiana

1 posted 2011-11-26 09:48 AM

Great closing in this sad story, oft repeated, about loves vagaries. I also especially liked the use of the season (November) and the spot-on description of the ashes of broken love in the beginning. THIS is an excellent poem.

~*~ He did not wear his scarlet coat,
For blood and wine are red,
And blood and wine were on his hands
When they found him with the dead,--Wild

EmmaRose
Senior Member

since 2011-03-02

Posts 1376
Midwest

2 posted 2011-11-26 09:51 AM

thank you for stopping by and reading me

Marchmadness
Member Rara Avis

since 2007-09-16

Posts 9271
So. El Monte, California

3 posted 2011-11-26 01:41 PM

There is something unique and very special about your poetry, EmmaRose. (Love your name)
Ida

ebonygirl
Member Elite

since 2011-07-14

Posts 2000
California U.S.A

4 posted 2011-11-26 05:23 PM

The hostess of his colors, well done, enjoyed your poem,
ms. e

Margherita
Member Seraphic

since 2003-02-08

Posts 22236
Eternity

5 posted 2011-11-28 07:12 AM

Extremely captivating in its melancholy, dear EmmaRose!

Love,
Margherita

Alison

Member Rara Avis

since 2008-01-27

Posts 9318
Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy!

6 posted 2011-11-29 01:51 AM

EmmaRose, I, too, like this poem.

A

ice
Member Elite

since 2003-05-17

Posts 3404
Pennsylvania

7 posted 2011-11-29 05:49 AM

Excellent compaction of thought. I feel a sense of loss, yet not without a hint of fondness when remembering the history--
Loss is the wrong word--as nothing is realy lost when one loses their virginity...and yet the scene is somber, according to the words.. a truly human poem...love it.

JL
Member Ascendant

since 2004-04-01

Posts 6128
Texas, USA

8 posted 2011-11-29 09:02 AM

"I pray
you remember
I once hosted
your colors"

Very nice. The ending, heartwarming.

JL

Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself.
Maranatha!

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