Ashes

[billy]

lots to like here. the opening starts the poem off with two similes, well done. the rest of the poem is just a good. i like how the dead person can be almost anything. for me it's a poem with a lot of hope in the last stanza.

You're powder now
like the stuff mom puts on her face,i wonder if a different simile would work better, something ash coloured.
or like late November snow not sure the 2nd like is needed here
that struggles to hide
amber leaves.

Maybe you're just the teeth
that used to chew
Thanksgiving dinners. great three lines, for some reason i see humour in them
I wonder what the dentist did
with the bits of you he stole— i thought if pulled would be better and then thought maybe not.
your wisdom. this line made me think [not] about the above line. for me it gives a hint at a debilitating illness. perhaps one of forgetfulness.

Maybe you're skin
dust still floating
in the living room,
unveiled by a sliver of sun.

Maybe you're a white orb,
the secrete of a photograph—
a perfect circle.

Maybe you're the bedbugs
that might be on the old couch
we probably shouldn't touch.
With bleach you'll die soon enough,
and maybe you'll be you again.