This Old Furnace Poem by David Stern
This Old Furnace
Rating: ★5.0
I am a furnace, empty and cold
And only ashes and soot remain
Where for a moment rampant flames blazed
This fire burned out all things inside
Leaving but a scorched and hollow shell
Ash is the color sprinkling my hair
And soot is the color of despair
Tuesday, June 7, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: lament,love,sorrow
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Written on Nov 26,2013. Originally part of different unpublished collection but it is a perfect match for 'Post Mortem'
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5/6/2024 1:25:51 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Very nice poetry, wonderful meter