8.11.2012

shadowed times

they were shadowed times
displaced by a wall of flames
and its shroud of thick clouds
when soot inhabited my abode
and my domain was ephemeral
at best.


6 comments:

Brian Miller said...

hoping this is metaphor because being in a fire is seriously scary....def some emotion in this...

poemsofhateandhope.com said...

Woah- hopefully this isn't something you've experienced- but I really enjoy the way you create a view of a burnt home - nostalgic and sad- cant imagine what it must be like to look upon your own abode n this kind of way- and I hope I never have to- very strong poem and powerful in so few words

Mama Zen said...

Darkly beautiful write!

Lori McClure said...

I can't imagine going through an actual fire, but I do feel I've been through many fires of the soul.

Charity said...

This was very real, and something I would not wish on anyone. Still the flames, smoke, and returning home for the first time all over again- held their own beauty!

daydreamerdreams said...

Having lived through an apartment fire, I can see the power in this...like walking in a daze...

well penned!