scent of ash
sneaking out of a memory
locked in time
warped by moments
and madness
whose embers never died
or so it seems
as the magic
of our last kiss
wafts at my cold feet
willing me
to gather
the remnants
of yesterday
***
Mindfills of s.s. for d’Verse quadrille hosted by Sarah Southwest- ash, and d’Verse Poetics hosted by Ingrid – ‘from a place of pain’
Mindfills 
Scent of ash – what a wonderful turn of phrase! That smell of a past fire is so very hard to get rid of – it lingers in clothes and hair and furniture and carpeting… even years later. Seems that love lost is like that too!
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past fires linger
soaking carpets meandering
hallways of my soul
☺️ Here’s to your words that made more words!!!
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I agree with Muri!
Also:
That’s super sad 😦
-David
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David 💜
I like the way the words turned out too…kind of fit the tug between holding on and letting go.
Thank you 🥰
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The scent of ashes … still haunting you… I love it!
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I’m so glad it touched you 😌 Thanks for reading
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Yes… you are welcome!
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It’s hard to get rid of that scent of ash. This made me think of the moment when you know it’s all over, the connection is gone. Sadness and relief. So much emotion packed in here.
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What was precious once, the heart holds on to it somehow while the mind has moved on
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Thank you for reading 🙂
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Delightfully romantic and heartbreaking, Sangeetha!
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Thank you for reading Ingrid 💞
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My pleasure 😊
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In the end we are just left with the janitor’s job. breakups are a mess.
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Haha…I love the phrase janitors job😃
Thank you for reading and writing in
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There is such strong emotion packed in this quadrille. I resonate with; “and madness whose embers never died or so it seems.” 💝💝
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Sanaa…your words touch me. Thank you for sharing your thoughts 😍
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How this breaks the heart. Very poignant with the scent of ash whose embers never died.
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Grace 😍 Thank you for your beautiful words.
Moments play out in a poem in unexpected ways…this one made me sad, not when I wrote but when I read it. So strange the journey of writing.
Sangeetha
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