Memory’s Embers

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memorys-embersIllustration of the Poem [ Artist ]Jumy-M

Frise F Bleue 30

Memory’s Embers

In the wee hours of the morning
my little highlights are the ones
that made me feel the gaze of life.
Behind the dark forest aching
there is a bright world that rises.

My preferred moments are the ones
that made me scratch the horizon.
Draped glowing red for a sunrise
that gradually flows over
the landscape now awakening.

Like my fingers that I let hang
along the petals of flower
delightfully to the touch.
Like my fingers that penetrate
the heart of the earth as plant roots
invigorated at daybreak.

I can’t keep the ashes of life
but sustain memory’s embers.

My tasteless reflection gets lost
in immaculate clouds of God.
Blameless clouds
and I’m just thinking
but in fact all I do is beg

I can’t keep the ashes of life
but sustain memory’s embers.

I raise…

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4 thoughts on “Memory’s Embers

  1. There is so much beauty in these poignant words of the poet that I am left spellbound.I reblog to share with my followers…it will be selfish for me to keep this for myself…enjoy or cry…

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