Ember

Posted on March 28, 2012 by whimsygizmo

 

Jostle it just right
to let the breeze blow through
and this fragrant, fleeting last
fringed ash of me and you
might just fly,
a crimson remnant in the sky.

 

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9 Responses to Ember

  1. whimsygizmo says:
    March 28, 2012 at 10:03 am

    Written for Three Word Wednesday. To see the words and play along, click here:
    http://www.threewordwednesday.com/2012/03/3ww-cclxv.html

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  2. Buddah Moskowitz (@ihatepoetry) says:
    March 28, 2012 at 10:17 am

    A wonderful bit of micropoetry, or is it a small stone? Either way, a beautiful image.

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  3. markwindham says:
    March 28, 2012 at 12:03 pm

    Ouch! But well said.

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  4. Shawna says:
    March 28, 2012 at 1:03 pm

    Jostle it just right. Excellent line.

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  5. Sheilagh Lee says:
    March 28, 2012 at 2:08 pm

    lovely I like the last lines “fringed ash of me and you
    might just fly,
    a crimson remnant in the sky.”

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  6. Angel Sharum says:
    March 28, 2012 at 5:27 pm

    Nice, whimsical piece.

    Reply
  7. Kim Nelson says:
    March 28, 2012 at 6:26 pm

    Perfect. Direct, concise, believable.

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  8. Mr. Walker says:
    March 29, 2012 at 7:54 am

    Ouch, indeed. “Might just fly” – so open to interpretation.

    Richard

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  9. Paige says:
    March 30, 2012 at 11:32 am

    Gorgeous . A free-to-be feel to your poem.

    Reply

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