Keith Bickerstaffe Poet Rhyme

Ashes (Repost)

More silences than soft embraces, 
now we're lost with little left to say;
what used to be the flame of love
has gone to ashes, pale and cold and gray.
Stilted words and courtesies
are all that seem to slip from our tired lips
as quick the fount of memory fades, 
the final ember flickers now and dips.

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Carolyn Devonshire March 29, 2009 at 8:37 AM Very compelling observation of the "Ashes" of lost love, Keith! I love the line: "Stilted words and courtesies...our tired lips." And indeed, falling out of love is a process that "flickers now and dips." Beautiful! Love, Carolyn

Yoni Dvorkis March 28, 2009 at 2:19 PM You have the soul of a true poet, and the language to back the meaning. This is a timeless story, happens to so many people. The thing for me is that there's actually a lot left to say, it's just met with an equal if not greater amount of fear of retribution.

Carrie Richards March 28, 2009 at 7:57 AM This so heavy with loss...it carries with it the emptiness that could be speaking of death, or loss of love, of many things. Well done, Keith! ~ Carrie

Robin L. Gass March 28, 2009 at 5:53 AM This is such a moving piece. It is always sad when love dies. You have penned these emotions so beautifully, Keith. Excellent job! Love and hug, Robin

Lena Townsend March 28, 2009 at 5:40 AM Beautiful words so much sadness. A write from the soul. Smiles from Lolita