Sing the Black Ashes

Sing the black ashes,
The high reaching grey rise,
From beacons of worry
We whispered this day once.

Grab memories and stare at
The chimney that’s golden,
The spark of a dead flame,
The last one around here.

Hunt hard for a reason
As gatherers wander,
Look up for a something
And sigh like a steam train.

Sing the black ashes,
The high reaching grey rise,
We join them in moments
And dream as they sleep.

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3 Responses to “Sing the Black Ashes”

  1. Scent of my heart Says:

    Grab memories and stare at … the spark of a dead flame … beautiful!

  2. Scent of my heart Says:

    Greetings! How are you?

    I am Blaga, Community Consultant Assistant from Jingle Poetry : http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/

    You are welcome to join us this Sunday for our Monday Poetry Potluck Week 21, we are open 8pm, American Central, will remain open for 72 hours,

    First time participant is encouraged to share 1 to 3 random poems or poems unrelated to our theme.

    Sign in to follow our blog if you can!

    Week 21 Theme: Aims, Goals, and Ambitions

    xoxox

  3. amazing poetry,
    thanks for sharing…

    Happy Monday.
    A++

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