::Melted Patterns::

::Melted Patterns::

A Poem by Jeanette

Fire burns
But do know this
Charred ashes
The wind they kiss

 

 

When all is lost
There's nothing left
You feel helpless
The hell of theft

 

 

When you think it's over
What's done is done
A weight on your shoulders
That weighs a ton

 

 

Is lifted as simply
As a pillow of air
Floating abroad
To everywhere

 

 

The substance has changed
No longer a solid
Though it is painful
Like wounds being salted

 

 

Nothing has ended
Or truly gone away
It's changed and moved
To a secret hideaway

 

 

In your mind
Are the memories left
Not tiny or small
Or even compressed

 

 

They are vivid and real
Permanantly marked
Within the creases
Remains that spark

 

 

Tangible? No..
But clear as a bell
Picture perfect
Inside they dwell

© 2012 Jeanette


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