Phoenix Rising

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Wed, 04 Jun 2014
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Real events don’t have endings.
Only the stories about them do
 
Charred twigs – the remains of a nest –
tucks its head into its chest.
 
The flames are quenched now,
as fades the pain until a throbbing ache
it knows must be its penance.  
 
Given time its singed and broken wings
will mend.
 
It craves solace, seeks a sanctuary;
won’t accept this – the end of the story. 
 
Only look up one sunrise to whatever god 
you believe in and watch it circling, soaring,
slicing, through the mist to untold heights.
 
Hear the song it delights in singing.
 
Smoke will rise as long as there is fire
as will the phoenix...as long as there is sky. 
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Poem
Silver Spun Sand Poems
Spiritual

Comments

Submitted by Bee on

Hi Tina. 

This could mean something different to each reader. It meant something to me and I loved it and found it very moving.

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thank you, Bee...more than you know.

Tina

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Tina,  

I found this poem both mysterious and uplifting,  like the Phoenix rising.

Jenny.  

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thank you so much, Jenny, and it's so good to hear from yousmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Tina

This is a lovely poem full of hope and wisdom.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Exactly the message I strived to convey.  Many thanks, Jean,  for such a positive comment.

Tinasmiley