Incandescent
A poem on what was lost and found
The basement lay craterous yawning embers exhuming the stew of memorabilia fluid like memory itself. What of the pastures, the peach pits, the seedlings of incinerated grapes? The steel chassis moulted shells of molten aluminum streaks frozen solid on the arid lot illuminating stains unseen. What of the joyrides of the blind, the cruising calm by the lakeside? Strange how keepsakes remain lingering in recollection alone long observing the razed remembered in absence.
Art by Jennifer Walton


Wow Ellis! This one really evokes some strong images! Also the last line is very haunting! Had to read this one a couple of times, I suspect it shall now stay with me for good while!
Dude, you have such a power over words and what a vocabulary! I consider myself to be pretty wordy but it's not just knowing them, the way you wield them is masterful!