Piled logs

sorenbarrett

Dried logs stacked, memories past
some split some not
ones that burn slow others fast
split with sweat and snot

Once living, now end in fire's smoke
wood chips giving, life's energy
broke with the axes stroke
to become but an ashen memory

  • Author: sorenbarrett (Online Online)
  • Published: October 6th, 2024 04:49
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 69
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  • Demar Desu

    This poem should be stamped on any business that does cremation

    • sorenbarrett

      Thanks for your read and comment yes I guess it could.

    • orchidee

      Good write SB.

    • Thomas W Case

      Superb.

    • arqios

      Solid and strong, Soren! Innate indelible beauty in pristine lines. So glad to chance upon it 😊

      • sorenbarrett

        Thanks Arqios for the read. Your kind words of support are deeply appreciated

      • Dan Williams

        "to become but an ashen memory", kind of like us I guess. More good work here.

        • sorenbarrett

          You are on to it my friend. Thanks so much for the read and comment

        • Goldfinch60

          Those memories can be very important in time soren.

          Andy

          • sorenbarrett

            Thanks so much Andy I appreciate your visit my friend

          • Neville



            It's that bloomin time of year again isn't it .. beautiful but starting to get ever so chilly .. Neville

            • sorenbarrett

              Warming up down here and its about time. Thanks Neville for the read its appreciated. I'll throw a log on the fire for ya.

            • Thad Wilk

              Powerful penning,
              skillfully expressed indeed!! 👍
              Great use of metaphor,
              and my pleasure to read!!
              Best regards. ✌️
              Thad

              • sorenbarrett

                Thanks so much Thad for the read and kind words they are cherrished



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