Many yearn for fame, others honor, some for recognition. A poet is only the tool, so few reach acclaim, Homer, Shakespeare, Poe, Longfellow, to mention a few. It is not our image or words that remain for posterity but the distant vestiges left in their minds that they can no longer identify with what was written or where it was heard. We are embers of past fires buried under time's ashes, whispers forgotten of foot prints eroded, echoing in the minds of the future
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So very beautifully said, in a poem, ironic as it is, it just brings me back to the great Vincent Van Gogh, who I once had the great privilege to study, I always believe he was a poet and a painter and he used his work so very carefully with his muse, he always believed he should have had recognition and in the end was his downfall. A wonderful theme and read dear sorrenbarret 🌹
Thank you so much my friend. How many thoughts I have that unknowingly I have stolen from forgotten sources. I appreciate your comments as always they are deeply valued
Embers that refuse to be snuffed out 🙏🏻🕊️
Still warm buried unseen but there. Thanks Cryptic for the read and comment it is appreciated
Your poem shows how poets may be forgotten, but their words can still touch people in the future, even if no one remembers where they came from. Very well written!!!
Indeed you understand. There is a fragrance left behind that may not be identifiable but lingers and evokes distant memories and provokes thoughts and emotions resurrected. Thank you Salvia for the read and interpretation
A clever well written piece here. A wonderful metaphor about embers and past poets.Enjoyable
Thank you David for the review and kind words of encouragement and support they are always most appreciated
Our words are messages engraved on the wall of time
destined to become questioning for a next future.
Thank you Lorenz for your understanding read and encouraging words of support
How very true this is. A beautiful piece my friend
I thank you for your read and most kind words they are as always deeply valued
Good write SB. I shall feed KP embers and fag-ash! lol.
Thanks so much Orchi appreciate the read and comment.
Your poem beautifully reminds both poets and readers of the profound impact of poetry that extends far beyond immediate recognition, highlighting the significance of the emotional and intellectual connections that art so powerfully forges. It reflects on the inspiring idea that while individual poets may fade into obscurity, their work can continue to resonate in ways that are often unrecognized, leaving a lasting legacy. The entire poem functions as a metaphor for the poet's role as a tool and the enduring legacy of their work.
Thank you so much for your review and understanding words of interpretation. You have hit the point of the poem well and it is appreciated
Well done, my friend. Excellent.
Thank you Thomas appreciate the read and comment
Wonderful prose poem that actually addresses something I have been reflecting on much lately. An excellent write, my friend, and all too true. 🌹👏
Thanks so much Tristan I always appreciate your visits and your comments
We all leave footprints from our lives soren.
Andy
Thank you Gold yes we do some deep, some shallow I appreciate the read and understanding comment
Thank you for sharing how creativity transcends time, even when the source is forgotten. I hope I can leave something for my grandchildren to read, something I've written.
I'm sure you will. Thank you so much for the read and kind words of encouragement.
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