Revival

Another poem about living in a sheer moment. This is one of the first poems I ever wrote.

 Silence fills the dusty air like

That moment at a memorial service when

The memories flow from the relatives into that

Pit where the deads’ world meets the livings’.

 

Amidst the grayed world various

Specks of ambers burn red and gold, the

Color of luck, the

Reality of fire.

 

Plumes of smoke rise up to

The heavens leaving the

Ashen skeletons of the

Formerly living behind on

The blackened ground.

 

Behind this mass grave is

A world of green, and browns, and

The sounds of life "

What this once was

What this will be.

 

And then it rains.

Reviews

[Angel Veselinov]

Great Work :) Loved it. Really like such positive themes and ideas for poems :) Thanks for sharing

[Lauren Beth]

This is really great...so deep and the imagery you use is amazing. Very thought provoking poem...I loved it, keep up the good work!

[Alexa Tasch]

great poem. i really like the similie "Silence fills the dusty air like
That moment at a memorial service when
The memories flow from the relatives into that
Pit where the deads’ world meets the livings’."
it is really perfect

[Dalebear]

I really liked this
Good write