Memories of Ash
I love the infected nature
In which pictures burn
The high degree of
Chromatic mixtures
Of papers and plastics boil
Smoke filled memories and feeling
Rise and curl and dissipate into
Moisture filled air cutting
Though blended blue skies
And chocolate nights
Feeding redwood fern forests
Sheltering the cool crows
Directed by mountain tops
Snow melting to trickle
To stream, champion cricks
To rivers and to sea
Muting the stern ambers
Last cry of warmth
one last flicker
As the frozen exposure ignites
Naked passions spawning
Forget me not fears
And tears for loved ones
Who`ve simply just melted away
In a vast array of boxed
Cracked smiles and heavy poses
That will now simply
And quietly fade into
The comfortable chest
The open arms
The safe keeping of oblivion.
Copyright © Leslie Tapscott | Year Posted 2014
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