I am a memory of
myself, adrift in
the dreams of my
children.
When they wake,
I vanish.
(but I never know whether
I was their dream
or nightmare.)
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"Ashes, ashes, all fall down."
--Ring Around the Rosies (Children's Song)
"...and we commit his body to the ground; earth to earth; ashes to ashes, dust to dust."
--Book of Common Prayer (Anglican)
We are intelligent ash. Eventually we crumble and become dust. Do the echoes of our thoughts sift through living ghosts and smudge inspiration on strange minds?
For those of you coming from directories or services that mask my URL, I am located at http://intelligentash.blogspot.com/
***WARNING*** Some of the poetry on this site may be considered explicit or have adult themes. If you are easily offended, you may not want to view the content of this site.
***WARNING*** Some of the poetry on this site may be considered explicit or have adult themes. If you are easily offended, you may not want to view the content of this site.
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- And God Delivered His (or Her) Judgment
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1 comment:
Hey, This was LOVELY :)
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