Ember

 

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:

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

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

  3. markwindham says:

    Ouch! But well said.

  4. Shawna says:

    Jostle it just right. Excellent line.

  5. Sheilagh Lee says:

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

  6. Angel Sharum says:

    Nice, whimsical piece.

  7. Kim Nelson says:

    Perfect. Direct, concise, believable.

  8. Mr. Walker says:

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

    Richard

  9. Paige says:

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

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