What is left

sorenbarrett

Fame a flashing flame 
Some ride a flaring beam, others a dying spark of a dream
Embers that glow, cinders the wind does blow
Time's smoke, fire's obscuring cloak
Flame's glory it hides as heat subsides
A fire of brief burning desire
In a flash, all ends in cold ash
To be spread by the breeze to younger wannabes

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  • Lorenz

    Flame of the flickering fame on the pyre of vanities...

    • sorenbarrett

      You have captured it well my friend now will it resurrect as a Phoenix?

      • Lorenz

        The Phoenix is reborn from an answer without a question ...

        • sorenbarrett

          Oops!

        • nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

          A reminder of the realities of fame, a dying flame

        • Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS

          It must be awful to be famous, having everyone point at you wherever you go.
          But having money to live on —that must be the good part.
          Very well written.

          • sorenbarrett

            Thank you Carlos for the read and comment. Yes Fame has its down sides for sure and it does not always last even a lifetime

          • Kevin Hulme

            #FAME: I want to live for ever , I want the Press going through my Bins. FAME: I want my Privacy invaded, I want drugs and Scandal part of my Sins. FAME.# Good Write. Fave.

          • arqios

            Being celebrated and famous does warp our sense of reality and durability. 🙏🏻🕊️

            • sorenbarrett

              Thank you Cryptic for the read and understanding no it is not all it is cracked up to be.

            • orchidee

              Good write SB.

              • sorenbarrett

                Thanks so much my friend means a lot

                • orchidee

                  I should write some more hymn-poems really. Meanwhile, more nuttiness! lol.

                  • sorenbarrett

                    Either way a good start to the day.

                  • Tristan Robert Lange

                    What a sharp piece, my friend. The fiery imagery, driving sound, and relentless movement reduce celebrity to its inevitable remains...then pass the illusion straight to the next generation. Loved this, Soren! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

                    • sorenbarrett

                      Thanks so much my friend for the read and comment it is most appreciated.

                    • Paul Bell

                      Yes, it doesn't take long to be yesterday's man, only the great live forever.
                      Still, the ground will benefit from the ash.

                      • sorenbarrett

                        Thanks so much Paul for the read and comment it is deeply appreciated

                      • soheil khodaparasti

                        A poignant reflection on how fame burns brightly for a moment, fades into ashes, and leaves behind another generation waiting to chase the same fleeting flame.

                        • sorenbarrett

                          Thank you Soheil I appreciate the read and comment that is exactly what I had in mind with the writing.

                          • soheil khodaparasti

                            You are welcome. It is always a pleasure to read your poems.

                            • sorenbarrett

                              The feeling is mutual

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                            • mylastwrites

                              In the end all flames burn out and most wannabes never make it. Very good write. Enjoyed it.

                              • sorenbarrett

                                Thanks so much for the read and comment it is deeply appreciated

                              • Joseph M Marion

                                I absolutely love this lyrical this is great I love this

                                • sorenbarrett

                                  You are very kind and your generous comment is much appreciated

                                • rrodriguez

                                  I like it. The aphoristic quality—flame, beam, embers, cinders, smoke, cloak, glory, heat, ash—gives the poem an architectural coherence. Indeed, fame, from blazing brilliance to fading ash, captures the reality of the matter.

                                  • sorenbarrett

                                    Thank you Rodriguez for the read and analysis it is most appreciated with your kind words.



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