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All That Remains

Gray blade of moon, fall blaze of oak
Flame for diamonds, purifying smoke
Change of season, leaves flicker burnt
Lessons saught-- taught, cruelly learnt
Melted heart and flesh depart away
He trickles like dust of earthen clay
A touch, a clutch, so much to flow
The wind remains; I must let go
Worn, I mourn a form outdated
All that remains is cremated


3-31-2022

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Sam Kauffman Date: 1/3/2023 9:26:00 AM Juliet, congratulations on your win! Very moving with a profound depth that so characterizes mourning and grief. These are very powerful lines. Blessings to you. So happy to see you posting again. Login to Reply

Sara Kendrick Date: 12/21/2022 2:23:00 AM Congratulations on this winner in Brian's contest. Way to go. Sara Login to Reply

Brian Sambourne Date: 12/19/2022 8:11:00 AM Very moving + skillfully rhymed. Your first line ("Gray blade of moon, fall blaze of oak") drew me into the work with its atmospheric tone. Sadness through loss is powerfully conveyed. Congratulations on such a stellar write. Best wishes, Brian Login to Reply

FJ Thomas Date: 6/28/2022 9:41:00 PM This actually feels of one grieving, I hope you are well Juliet :) Login to Reply

Paula Goldsmith Date: 5/31/2022 2:20:00 PM WOW!!! What a write. Have a great/blessed day................... Login to Reply

Michelle Faulkner Date: 4/15/2022 9:09:00 AM Hi Juliet, I am so glad to see new poems from you! Your internal rhymes and flow feel so natural and connected (I sometimes have difficulty with that) and I love the line 'the wind remains, I must let go' - is this about the passing of a loved one? Login to Reply Juliet Ligon Date: 4/16/2022 7:35:00 AM My dad passed 14 years ago, and this one sort of came to me quickly in the midst of once again grieving. This is only vaguely about him though. He was not cremated, but the last line came to me first, so I had to build the poem around it.

Jeff Kyser Date: 3/31/2022 1:52:00 PM it is weird when you see your mother or a father's friend in a box or an urn. kinda hard to get your head around. of course, when I saw my mom's body, before she was created, it was just so striking: she's not here. Login to Reply Juliet Ligon Date: 4/16/2022 7:36:00 AM Definitely a strange sensation. Thanks for your visit.