Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …


24 October 2011



I stir the embers of an ancient fire

and warm my soul with memories again.

Bittersweet to rejoin this ghostly choir –

an old familiar, comfortable friend.

Intimately we know each other’s thoughts

and silence is as adequate as speech

as we stare into the flames. We are caught

up in what is forever out of reach.

Remembrance is a mystery to all,

what purpose does it serve the living soul

to fellowship with ghosts who come to call,

to reignite the stories we have told?

A joyous pain, a lesson I must learn,

some ghosts remain, some fires always burn.

24 October, 2011 - Posted by | Poetry | ,

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