Thursday, March 25, 2010

the ashes of time






wasteful the moments of tears and regret
time spent in mem’ries that only beget
yesterdays pain without hope of release
stealing from you precious hours of peace
dwelling in darkness to songs that lament
words of your making that echo torment
searching for flickering candles of hope
while through old pictures you fumble and grope
take in your hands those old ashes of time
watch as they pass through your memory’s rhyme
a sweet farewell to an unburdened mind
the fresh pearl of time redesigned



picture: http://iardacil.deviantart.com/art/Ashes-of-Time-105685863




57 comments:

  1. some meroies haunt ud, robbing our present while pulling us into the past...

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  2. Hi Shadow

    This was beautiful. I actually teared up while reading this. I'm also writing about the ashes of memories gone by. I just need to touch it up a bit before it goes to blogger. Strange how we all write about (or at least the blogs I've read so far today and yesterday) about the past (regrets, sorrows and pain....)

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  3. First time here and already I'm smiling because of how beautifully you write, well done and see you soon

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  4. The mind finally unburdened by a past of regret is a mind freed for a future of possibility.

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  5. Loss breeds a peculiar hold on us -- in reality the sense of grief is more a mourning of lack of understanding of what truly belongs to us...

    beautifully written -- your poem continues to echo in my heart.

    Joanny

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  6. haunting and lyrical, i love your last two lines, "a sweet farewell to an unburdened mind the fresh pearl of time redesigned"

    beautiful

    --heavy sigh--

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  7. AMEN!!

    I have missed you lately. Hope you are doing well.
    Blessings, andrea

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  8. oh, and how we all need that fresh pearl of time... wonderful as always! Great sentiment here... life really is too short to be troubled

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  9. haunting and beautiful all at the same time...

    you are wonderous

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  10. It's like you've taken up residence inside my head. Wonderful piece, Shadow.

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  11. my grandmother wrote a book of poems, it was called 'Pearls of Meditation'

    this is such a sweet and sad poem, i know so many who are in this place unwilling to let go.

    brilliant work once again my friend may i make some artwork with this?

    i can send you my piece when it is done.

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  12. oh that fresh pearl of time redesigned... I hope that's you and the past is a turned page to new times...
    ;)

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  13. fantastic honey .
    i was thinking about similar feeling yesterday .
    thanks 1

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  14. Shadow your writing travels well between light and dark.

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  15. Shadow, if there be one who has not lived your words, or who is not severely touched by them, that one is not human.

    Your words--here, and elsewhere-- express so beautifully the life which all must live.

    "...a sweet farewell to an unburdened mind..."

    This is straight from Number FIVE on the program of how to live.

    Blessings, friend.
    PEACE!

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  16. a beautiful release. i love your poetry it touches deep fathoms! thanks for the comment you left on my poem, felt a little odd putting it out there.. but now glad that i did x

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  17. Very beautiful, Shadow. We need to try to leave the past behind, while building on the good things in it and focus on what we can be and what we can do today. Thanks for the great reminder!

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  18. Scars last a lifetime, but it's our choice to keep picking at them. I know from time to time, I pick... it becomes hurtful...again.

    Beautiful piece.

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  19. You and Walking Man seem to have the same theme going!

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  20. This is great. We all have things to live through, we will remember them, but we let them go and live life to the fullest as it is right now. Hugs to you on this wonderful post.

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  21. Sometimes we dig for sweet memories to help bury the unpleasant. Smiles to replace gaunt death. Laughter to replace final rattles.

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  22. I have spent lots of tears and regret time. Now I am spending time with peace and as much good time as I can cram in a day.

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  23. Awesome my dear friend!

    I am still around just haven't had access to the net like I use to. I hope life is going wonderfully for you.

    Peace, Love and Light
    Scott

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  24. this is wonderful...hits close to home!

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  25. This poem reminds me of my favourite poem growing up from Kavafis (greek poet that won the Nobel price). I think it goes like this
    The days of the future stand in front of me like beautiful burning candles
    the days of the past cold candles, clouded and blown out...

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  26. Memories are important. I love your poems, all though challenging for a Norwegian, I think I mostly understand them and I love both the words and illustrations.

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  27. Shadow, I found this so very moving.Bless you.

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  28. I can't seem to find the words to describe how amazing this piece was.

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  29. you always know how to say it well with words

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  30. I love this...it's actually positive and nearly uplifting...are you feeling ok?

    xo

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  31. This is why there are times I WILL NOT listen to old songs or look through old photos. It can stir up dirty ashes.

    Great poem.
    PG

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  32. It's hard to leave the houses we build.

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  33. Redesigned.
    You have a very interesting rhyming cadence in this one. It's a bit light and dark at the same time. I thank you for sharing, it's an interesting jux...

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  34. I got a bit teared up.

    Simply amazing.

    Keep writing :)

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  35. I especially liked the lineation and sentence construction in this one.

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  36. This is simply fantastic. Dwelling on past hurts/mistakes is a sure fire way to ruin the present.

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  37. The last line....Shadow, the last line just brings it all together. You rock.

    I've been awol from visiting with you because I have this huge project going at home that is all time consuming. But I wanted to stop by and say a 'hello' before I step away from the computer for the day.

    Hope you're doing well.

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  38. I like the rhythms of your unburdened mind, Shadow.

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  39. This is the one, that most resembles my state of my mind at dis tym....
    truly beautiful, bt its nt easy to let memories, no bad memories go away so easily.......

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  40. So true: there's no point in tormenting ourselves with past regrets! Or in reliving what once was. Just keep on moving!

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  41. Well done! Now is the only real time.

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  42. So beautiful, so haunting, so moving and disturbing. It's like loosing someone very dear! Did I get it wrong? Big hug to you, "poetisa"!

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  43. to glean in the fields of memory is sometimes a blessing sometimes not.

    a sweet farewell to an unburdened mind
    the fresh pearl of time redesigned

    I like fresh pearls :)

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  44. what a lovely poem. you're a
    gifted writer.

    blessings,
    lea

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  45. perfect cadence Shadow......you little wordsmithy you ;-)

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  46. I loved the usage 'old ashes of time'!

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  47. Thoughtful writing as always, Shadow...missed your words, Girl!

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  48. How is it possible that you just keep getter better and better?

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  49. This tells me once again that we are all one.

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  50. Shadow-cant get past the possibility of an unburdened mind. How does one come about one of these? Rick

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  51. Oh, I totally get this. It seems like wasted time, but I am coming to believe that even during our time in darkness where we are still or not moving forward, that we are actually moving forward and deeper into ourselves. To loosely quote a book: It's the sea journey. We are in the belly of a whale, stuck inside and in darkness, but the whale is moving under the sea and carrying us to the other side.
    No time is wasted.

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  52. I am looking forward to my own unburdened mind. I must let the past go, yes say farewell to it. This is beautiful!

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