Burnt Pages

he walked into chapter five

love at first sight; maybe..

it was my story 

but he would end it

I floated into his sleep

as his angelic dream

and became his devilish nightmare

we danced together

through life

but tripped over each other's sarcasm

and indiscretions

by the time the tale

was written 

we burned the pages until

nothing was left but ash

in an ink stained fireplace

     we used to call love

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is one of my favorite poems I have read on this site.
What a terrific metaphor that is sustained so nicely throughout the piece.
the fireplace called love....or as the song went..."Crazy little thing called love"--

the third stanza just blew me away...tripping over sarcasm and indiscretions...

I love it.
j.

[Fran Marie]

Thanks Jacob
s o very much
for such a great review
means a lot to me; I
s o appreciate;

[Poetic Beauty]

When love sizzles and incinerates because two individuals are not compatible only combustible “we are left with ash and ruin”

[Fran Marie]

yes that's true.
Thanks so much
I do appreciate;

[Chris Shaw]

Terrific use of metaphor here Fran Marie. How sad that something once full of promise should end so sadly. From angel to nightmare, that's some transition. Hope all is well.

Chris

[Fran Marie]

Thanks Chris
I so appreciate
your review on
this one;