The Death of a Phoenix

Fri, 02/03/2012 - 11:04 -- poet

By Charles

The Phoenix flies the sky alone searching for something below in the mist,
knowing what’s lost can’t be found and all life that he knows it must soon not exist.
He lands and gathers his thoughts, the Phoenix weeps softly, he is so tired.
He stands proudly and spreads his grand wings and soon is consumed by his own fire.
All he knows and all he has done ends for him on this day.
And as the fire dies and the ashes cool it will never be the same way.
After the third day and new Phoenix rises, from the ashes returned and is now reborn
to start again this life of his continues only now free of all and no longer torn.
The Phoenix lives in all of us in our lives
its the part that sets us free to start each new chapter in our lives.

Comments

jwiener

The phoenix is such a symbolic creature, and certainly gives this poem a mythic quality. I enjoyed how you used the phoenix's act of dying and then being reborn from its own ashes as a metaphor for what we feel as individuals every time we begin a new chapter in our lives.

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