Thursday, January 15, 2015

A Comfort - of sorts

Fireblossom Friday - Winter

A Comfort - of sorts

If there's any spark left
it's a fading ember
where a summer's kiss
or winter's caress
along your naked spine
lingers no longer -

where my hand in yours
brings you warmth

as I remember the burn.

Margaret Bednar, January 15, 2015

 I'm playing in the "Imaginary Garden of Real Toads - Fireblossom Friday - Winter".  Hop on over and enjoy the fun.
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18 comments:

  1. TexWisGirlJanuary 15, 2015 at 4:35 PM

    nice, margaret.

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  2. HannahJanuary 15, 2015 at 4:49 PM

    So much passion and inspiration in winter, ( and all seasons)! Beautiful, Margaret.

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  3. UnknownJanuary 15, 2015 at 4:49 PM

    A beautiful feeling to share this winter season in the warming comfort of someone else's hands. Tis the season to celebrate every day with friends and family. Especially with the dreary weather.

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  4. brudbergJanuary 15, 2015 at 4:56 PM

    What a wonderful feeling.. Oh yes tomorrow it's Friday and time to sit in front of the fireplace, enjoying the ember of our fireplace.. Thank you for this Margaret.

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  5. LolamouseJanuary 15, 2015 at 5:01 PM

    This describes what happens to so many passionate relationships over time. Passion cools if it's not constantly rekindled. A good reminder!

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  6. MargaretJanuary 15, 2015 at 5:07 PM

    Interesting. I was writing this from the perspective of Alzheimer's. But I like the other "take" too.

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  7. Sherry Blue SkyJanuary 15, 2015 at 5:34 PM

    Re-reading it from the perspective of Alzheimers makes this poem even more powerful, especially the other feeling the warmth as the narrator remembers the burn. Fantastic, Margaret.

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  8. SusanJanuary 15, 2015 at 10:47 PM

    Oh! Let me pause and reread. Definitely a comfort, of sorts, like the moment after a hot flash.

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  9. Kerry O'ConnorJanuary 16, 2015 at 1:57 AM

    A great piece about loss and remembrance - perfect reply to the dormancy of winter.

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  10. SuyashJJanuary 16, 2015 at 2:21 AM

    sometime's the burn's all that remains

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  11. AnonymousJanuary 16, 2015 at 10:48 AM

    That has a bite. Wonderful, Margaret

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  12. FireblossomJanuary 16, 2015 at 11:47 AM

    A question of degree, and the answer so melancholy. Wonderful stuff, Margret! Thanks so much for being part of my challenge. it would not be complete without your voice.

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  13. Other MaryJanuary 16, 2015 at 12:09 PM

    This is a poignant, artful write, Margaret.

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  14. JimJanuary 16, 2015 at 5:20 PM

    Very nice, Margaret. I can relate. When I have 'finished' with something ending very unpleasantly, I say "it is like getting out of the Army." But even then there is still an ember burning, reminding, at times it wasn't ALL unpleasant while it was happening.
    ..

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  15. Susie ClevengerJanuary 16, 2015 at 9:55 PM

    Margaret, this is beautiful.

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  16. AnonymousJanuary 16, 2015 at 10:47 PM

    A sweet poignant piece, Margaret. Thanks. k.

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  17. Amrit SinhaJanuary 17, 2015 at 6:06 AM

    This is striking ... contrasting feelings coming together ... awesome :-)

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  18. my heart's love songsJanuary 17, 2015 at 6:17 AM

    stunning!
    ♥

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