Juliet Ligon Poet Rhyme

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Worn, I mourn a form outdated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 January 3, 2023 at 9:26 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.

Sara Kendrick December 21, 2022 at 2:23 AM Congratulations on this winner in Brian's contest. Way to go. Sara

Brian Sambourne December 19, 2022 at 8:11 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

FJ Thomas June 28, 2022 at 9:41 PM This actually feels of one grieving, I hope you are well Juliet :)

Paula Goldsmith May 31, 2022 at 2:20 PM WOW!!! What a write. Have a great/blessed day...................

Michelle Faulkner April 15, 2022 at 9:09 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? Juliet Ligon April 16, 2022 at 7:35 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 March 31, 2022 at 1:52 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. Juliet Ligon April 16, 2022 at 7:36 AM Definitely a strange sensation. Thanks for your visit.