memento-mori

Flashing images at the end of time...

Smoke

Ash of memories

Miasma of emotions

Fractured snapping reminiscences

Shape-shifting history

Smoke

Facts transmogrified mirages

Time muddled brain

Shifting dreamy hallucinations

Smog blackened faces

Smoke

Blinding leathery ether

Wispy fleeting voids

Nebulous shifty truths

Guilt induced torpor

Smoke

Raspy coughing voices

Frosted window glasses

Kohl rimmed tears

Shaken arduous breaths

Smoke

Alcohol induced stupor

Crisscrossing confusing detours

Slowly unravelling past

Hurt heart's ardor

Author's Note

me·men·to mo·ri   [muh-men-toh mawr-ahy, mohr-ahy, mawr-ee, mohr-ee; for 1 also Lat. me-men-toh moh-ree]
–noun, plural memento mori for 2.
1.
(italics) Latin. remember that you must die.
2.
an object, as a skull, serving as a reminder of death or mortality.

Reviews

[Joiedevivre]

The end of time for one or all, catastrophe or not, wonderfully conveyed. Brilliant and evocative use of the word smoke reminds me of my travels in Nepal and India where I saw bodies cremated along the Ganges river. All in all, this is superbly atmospheric.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A fantastical affair of almost roman proportions, a well thought out and researched piece, plows perfectly, well done, good read

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

This is good, strikes at the reader with power.

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

like ripples in a scrying bowl wandering through the channel of the inebreateds oul~ this feels almost like a momentary burst of prophecy~

[Sukriti Suki]

some really nice descriptions of smoke...the forms it takes...nice write.

[Wallflower]

reminds me-- i need to quit smoking... lol
Great work Sid, very vivid language use here.

[Robin]

you have me thinking of the mind ridding its self of time as life experiences waft into the wispy curls of immortality .

great use of language , really excellent lines .

[Emily B]

lovely write, thanks for inviting me to it

[Aidz]

The structure and reptition create a fine write... well done

[Rossen]

Lulled into a wallow to rapture ~awakened
Humbled again my friend,


Rossen

[arbitrary jane]

i love the image of smoke in all its wispy, transformational, insinuation as symbolic of life; of how we move and change and become and then... in a breath... end.

also, the word 'Miasma' is pretty much the greatest word ever.