Passing through
absent, asleep
Treading paths
ruts dug deep
Truth grows cold
passive, resigned
Stumbling blind
lost and weary
Simple pleasures
gone, forgotten
The fire wanes
smoke to ashes
Time splinters
past and future
A moment denied
fades, wasted
The spirit bleeds
wounded, broken
c.b. 2011
C.B. Wentworth 
Wow. You are going to have me in love with poetry very soon. I love the cadence of this one. Like stepping through time.
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It’s interesting that you say that . . . i’ve been reading Emily Dickinson lately. Perhaps her influence over me is stronger than I thought. 😉
Oooo, my plan to convert you to poetry is almost complete. Muhahahah! 😀
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This is such a strong poem – it fairly screams at you. Beautiful
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Thank you! I appreciate the compliment. 🙂
Thanks for reading!
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I especially like the imagery: the fire wanes smoke to ashes. Nice!
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Thanks! That was actually the last line I wrote. 🙂
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“The spirit bleeds
wounded, broken”
This is heartbreaking (spirit-breaking?) and frustrating to me, but that’s amazing poetry. This is the dark one, yes? I love that last line, and the title just fits so well. Lovely and dark.
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Thank you!
Yes, this is the dark I mentioned on your last piece, (which I hope everyone reads!). It was time to explore a different emotion, even it is a bit painful. Even darker emotions are beautiful as they are very human.
It took forever to get the title (that’s the part I struggle with the most) so thanks for giving it the thumbs up. Yay!
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Beautiful… but so sad…
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Yes, but in sadness we learn the power of joy. 🙂
Thanks so much for reading.
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I enjoyed this. The rhythm worked very well.
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Thanks! 🙂
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