all that remain now;
for I burned my joys,
in the flames of doubt;
ignoring the voices
that tried to douse it,
with waters of love.


is there a phoenix,
waiting to rise again
and be born anew?
I know not if there is,
I fear if there is not,
left with a lot to rue.


but I have to find,
that phoenix within,
that is my identity,
part of me burns out,
and a new part begins.

Image: via Google Images/RebelleSociety
Image: via Google Images/RebelleSociety

Shared with The Sunday Whirl #180, The Imaginary Garden, The Poetry Pantry and d’Verse Open Link Night.

(28th September 2014)


Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

38 thoughts on “Ashes”

    • Yes, I guess it’s something most of us do. It’s almost impossible not to. I love the idea of a thousand new colors rising up with the hope, the phoenix. Thank you, Claudia πŸ™‚

  1. Ah the Firebird, I do wish they exist. Interesing, I have a poem where I mention “I’m no firebird” Glad somebody can dream of having one inside them.

    • Oh! I don’t intend to β€œcheat” death or failure, Jyoti. But to rise again after I fail. To try again. What is dead or failed is done. I want to rise from that and fly again πŸ™‚
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  2. We should all nurture the phoenix within us. In this way we can rise from the ashes of doubt, of mistakes we make, and the disappointments in life. This is so important in matters of love particularly!

    • * Chuckles at the β€œparticularly” part *

      Yes indeed, Old Egg, I agree. The phoenix inside of us is vital. Else the world becomes a gloomier place than we can take perhaps. Thank you for the wise words to add on to my poem. πŸ™‚
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  3. i used to think that Phoenix is Mythology..

    until i come to know Phoenix as Love..

    and not just a word..

    a powerful feeling conquering the worst of human maladies…

    and gluing the greatest chasms of hate tHere are…

    To cultivate IT back from ashes is the least for me…

    i do not believe this Phoenix exists.. neither then..

    then i cannot remember it ever living in me…

    but when the Phoenix comes back IN me…

    i Live Again.. Yes.. Love Again.. Rises in Me!

    It’s what i like about Mythology..

    some folks scoff at the Housing..

    of what lies True..

    inside of Myths




    • Quite true. It is difficult to imagine that there is a phoenix inside us, because we aren’t in situations everyday where that phoenix has to rise up πŸ™‚ So when it does, it feels unbelievable. Thank you, katiemiafrederick πŸ™‚
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  4. Uplifting write, Thank you for sharing. I loved the way you have used the Phoenix in your write, I have always been fascinated by this fairy creature.

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