Tapestry

[Dark Muse]

There are
no words left
only the rustle
of dying leaves
and the touch
of your fingers,
the wind blows
through
when you kiss me
I can still hear
the far off dirge
where bonfires
burn through
the night,
we stand in a
rain of ashes
letters of the past
tattered tapestries,
you hold me
and we remember
how the world
used to be.

[YesNo]

This reminded me of your photo of leaves on a bridge in the minimalist contest. I liked the idea of there being no words. They seem to have left like the leaves.

The line "where to bonfires" sounded strange. I read it as "where bonfires".

[Dark Muse]

Thank you, and yes I can see how it could go with the picture. I do tend to get very inspired by the seasons.

ops that was a typo

[prendrelemick]

Every thing you do is ethereal and heightened and perfect. So though I can't always understand, I know it's beautiful.

[Mohammad Ahmad]

It is as if someone remembering the ancient memories that ever have been cultivated into minds never can be forgotten as a trial of series notions following back and suddenly accumulated in each one's mind.
Sometimes I feel that I am being deserted in my thoughts; but when I have read others notionally settings enough and stopped, I feel that I am in the real position.
The notion of rustled things have been accepted and pragmatically influenced into my mind that always in my poetry techniques going to joint between the past and present.
The remembrances always have been flown in each one's mind as an inherited thing.
Best wishes \ MMA

[Dark Muse]

Every thing you do is ethereal and heightened and perfect. So though I can't always understand, I know it's beautiful.

Thank you very much

[Dark Muse]

It is as if someone remembering the ancient memories that ever have been cultivated into minds never can be forgotten as a trial of series notions following back and suddenly accumulated in each one's mind.
Sometimes I feel that I am being deserted in my thoughts; but when I have read others notionally settings enough and stopped, I feel that I am in the real position.
The notion of rustled things have been accepted and pragmatically influenced into my mind that always in my poetry techniques going to joint between the past and present.
The remembrances always have been flown in each one's mind as an inherited thing.
Best wishes \ MMA

Thank you for your insightful comments. The recalling of ancient memories is woven into the tapestry of this poem.

[Buh4Bee]

A wonderful gem to read this morning while home with a sick child. Enjoyed as usual!

[Dark Muse]

A wonderful gem to read this morning while home with a sick child. Enjoyed as usual!

Thank you