touch the fire
who am I to tell you
to touch the fire
that rolls
like a puppy
at your feet
who am I to say
that the smoke
will not slice
your chest
with every breath
who am I
to speak to
a stone
with my voice
of ashes
to touch the fire
that rolls
like a puppy
at your feet
who am I to say
that the smoke
will not slice
your chest
with every breath
who am I
to speak to
a stone
with my voice
of ashes
posted by Yes at 10:22 PM
5 Comments:
Can't pick a line that really "burns" with poetic "fire", they all do!! You are Firebird, who better to tell, say, or speak??
I need to come back to this. It's got me going in about five different directions (that's a good thing).
Pat--Thank you so much, I really appreciate your comments, as usual!
mb--As long as it's a good thing, I'm happy! Come back any time you want...
OK, Firebird, I'm back. ;-) What this poem keeps making me think of may not be at all what you had in mind when writing it. It may just be a result of some things that have been on my mind recently, but I keep thinking of quantum physics type stuff... how solids aren't really solid: when you go inside them and look more closely they are mostly space and a few small particles dancing and spinning around... solids being mostly empty... all things being energy... and so touching fire, slicing smoke, what's stone and what's ash, might be thought of as very unsolid and interconnected, permeable and interrelated in ways we don't see. I know that's a "way out there" line of thought, but it keeps cropping up as I read this!
Verrrry interesting, mb!
Actually, most of my poems have something of this theme in them...
molecules, energy, the illusion of solidity, dissolving...
Can't seem to help it--
(I thought this poem was really a metaphor for human relationships--but who knew?)
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