Poesia

Silken words,

etched on my slate,

once were the random

ramblings of my mind,

And now,

when I wait for the autumn,

reminiscing my seared soul,

I strive to etch my modest slate,

before my ashes smolders in time

Reviews

[Jazique]

Im not very advanced in vocab. so I wonder what is Poesia but, dismissing the title I liked the poem in general especially the "once were the random ramblings of my mind," either was a nice and short poem with a interesting word flow with "ashes smolders in time." Anyways well done and keep up the good work.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

This pierces even me, a grating love of words them emotion bursting to the surface, well done, good read.

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem. Silken words are hard to find sometimes. Must clean up the mind and re-open door of no fear and great desire to write freely. No weakness in this poem. Words make you think and ponder many thoughts. Thank you for a excellent poem.
Coyote