Cold Ashes

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – Get Listed:  January Edition
“Choose any 3 words that fit best with mood/theme/personality of your poem
on a topic of your choice:”

carnation               slightly              percussion           balcony           January
deep                        toss                    heat                       snow                wind
gravel                     morning           city                         obvious           pensive
bedside                  bread                clouds                    ache                 poems

I could not reach
your bedside
in time.
The following morning
you were gone.
Countless people attended
a celebration 
of your life, and spoke
of your influence
on their own.

Standing
on cemetery 
ground
in late 
afternoon
chill,

I watched your ashes
be placed
next to your husband’s
and your two children
all gone before.
A whole family of my cousins
tucked 
away together.
I carried home
a broken heart,
and the unbearable ache
of sorrow.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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12 Responses to Cold Ashes

  1. lynn__ says:

    My sympathy to you, Sara…a family of cousins “tucked away together” is a lovely phrase.

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  2. Kathleen Kittleman says:

    This touched my heart

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  3. sanaarizvi says:

    I am so deeply sorry for your loss, Sara 😦

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  4. wildchild47 says:

    the image, startling for the words, of a family tucked away together, really contrasts sharply – for it implies a final resting together, somehow comfortably, even perhaps, sweetly, in closeness, and so it plays with our senses, of loss, sudden and sharp and all the immediate feelings we experience –
    this is a fascinating poem Sara, (which I know must sound weird given the circumstances and topic) but the way you’ve presented it, worded it, really is both a fine tribute and explores the concept of death and loss in such a fresh way …

    and my condolences to you, for your pain and loss

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  5. Helen says:

    Writing about sorrow while it is fresh in our minds makes for poignant poetry. Be well, Sara.

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  6. Margaret Elizabeth Bednar says:

    tucked away… that is something to fill one’s heart. It is so hard to lose a beloved family member – hugs to you.

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