Old Flames

[rustybroadspear]

Old Flames


Old flames die. Transform
To shimmering embers,
Descend, wane.
Into crushed ash.

Thrown out with the trash.

Or do they live?

Sparks glimmer, glide,
Shooting stars in mind-space.
Floating bouquet,
Cherished moment,

Floating, fading face ……….

Flashes within ashes
Of meeting, knowing, parting.
First love,
So close,
Warm, cheerful, tearful.

Not knowing
Time would intervene.
And lose said scene.
Plummeting to ashes
Reduced to flashes.

And solitary routine.

Yet we fly with the birds
And the seasons
With our own reasons
To spout words.

And old flames
Eventually …………….

Don’t die.

[michaelgallatin]

Much liked and here's a little story. My best friend got in major hot water with his wife. Seems he still has a very brightly lit candle for a lady we knew in college and who he lived with for some time. Me, well, there's love and there's caring. I can't say that I love any of my "old flames" but I still remember them fondly, care about them and wish them and theirs well. I think Sir that's what a decent man does. Not that my pal isn't a decent guy, he is, but you have to watch how much you fan the flame so to speak!

Take care,
Mike

[heart2heart]

Loved the ending in this so well written poem, for some old flames never die for sure! And I loved the rhyming scheme with random words here and there (reason/season). The New Year is certainly a time for reminiscing for us all ..... Nice words as I sit here nodding my head in acknowledgment.
Heart2Heart

[purplespirit]

Beautiful and profound poem Rusty, I want to believe that never all flames die out, some ember always is capable to bring out a new fire. So much enjoyed, thank you. Ulla xx

[b4sunset]

this gift makes me shver with delight.. lovely way to look at some kind of reminiscing with such a natural yet deep touch to it.. eemarkable, rusty!..

[rustybroadspear]

thank you all for your comments - so often I forget to reply - so this is an extra big thanks for all the others as well - thank you .............

[The Great Fulcanelli]

Flames and fires are such wonderful devices for poets. Yes, they are cliched. Yet, their creative power is boundless. Thank you for this fireside poem, sir.