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The Cremation of Your Love

I cremated you
In scorching flames of passion
His blaze a consuming fire
Now only ashes
I have no tears left to cry
The kind wind bears you away

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013

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Demetrios Trifiatis Date: 5/10/2013 9:15:00 AM Phoenix, the mythical bird, from its ashes is reborn and so is love! Marvelous verse! Top m. Login to Reply Eileen Manassian Date: 5/12/2013 12:32:00 AM Thank you, my dear poet, for your kind comment. I love hearing from you. I'm honored. Me agapi panda

Richard D Seal Date: 5/9/2013 1:08:00 PM What starts with getting your fingers burnt soon turns into a bonfire with you don't it lol. I guess we all deal with these things in a different way, A beautifully expressed poem. Anyone reading this could take it as good advice, Truly Agony Aunt material, Take care, Richard Login to Reply Eileen Manassian Date: 5/12/2013 12:33:00 AM Yup....bonfire it is! ;) Why stop at the fingers...got to get the point across. Richard...Agony Aunt knows what she's doing...trust me! :)

Timothy Hicks Date: 5/9/2013 9:59:00 AM I love this!... especially that last line "The kind wind bears you away". My mom always told me that when she dies, she wants to be cremated and then thrown into the ocean, a place that she loved. I know a lot of people do it, but holding onto urns filled with ashes is a bit too disturbing for me... well done on this! Login to Reply Eileen Manassian Date: 5/12/2013 12:35:00 AM Oh Timothy. I want to be cremated as well. It is really frowned on here, but...I can't stand the idea of being in a box being claustrophobic and all...I know I'll be dead, but I'm a free spirit and I'd love to think my ashes are sprinkled somewhere in nature. We'll see! Yea...the urn thing doesn't sit well with me either. Thanks for the visit! :)

Sara Kendrick Date: 5/9/2013 8:28:00 AM Unique creative work..Sad to see a love go up in ashes..Thanks for stopping by..Sara Login to Reply Eileen Manassian Date: 5/12/2013 12:36:00 AM My pleasure, Sara. Yes, sad...but sometimes inevitable. We do what we can to move on. Hugs

Poet Tacito Date: 5/9/2013 8:01:00 AM Damn. Intense, yet sad. A "welcome back" to being free, perhaps? Excellent job! Login to Reply Eileen Manassian Date: 5/9/2013 8:07:00 AM Thanks, Drake. :) Sometimes....we just have to let go, eh? I wrote a poem entitled Immortal in which I "expound" on the truth that the heart's dead are never buried...Well, this is the counterpart which says...OK...Get rid of that carcass. The love is long gone and dead...MOVE ON!!!