Smoke and Ashes
(a poem from the bottom up)
Drifting slowly around my broken heart.
Turn into shattered memory pieces,
I watched it sadly
Has died forever.
Drifting slowly out the blackened chimney.
Turn into burning gray ash,
I watched it angrily
Has been burned.
This poem is part of the poetry challenge I gave myself. I hope you like it.
I also want to thank Ellis of desk49 for helping me see poetry in a more visual way. He often plays with the form of his poetry, leaving visual cues.
For example, he wrote a poem I really liked called Ashes. When you can, hop over to this poem and see if you can figure why I think it’s a visual poem.
Thank you, Ellis:~)
Can you guess
Now, I couldn’t just put this poem up without a challenge for you, could I:~)
Hopefully, you recognize the visual aspect of this poem, but there’s also something else that’s different about it. Can you guess what it is?