I had to be an optimist
happy through and through
to perpetually smile
and swing along with you
what times we had
some good times glowing, vivid, new
remnant embers shining
with sultry amber hue.
Remember the embers?
the soft and stifling glow?
Now crunch along life’s ashy path
mind how the cinders blow
they’ll cut your eyes and make them bleed
for love has teeth that bite
these wounds will never ever heal
there are no words to help congeal
or close those cold love bites.
Polly Stretton © 1989
Published in On the Words of Love (Brian Wrixton & Poets with Voices Strong, 2012)