Nocturne with Flame
Not imposition, but welcome.
Another’s stirred embers, banked
and forming the kindling’s base.
Thus the licked paper curling with smoke,
stars shooting into the blackness,
and finally, exploding light
transformed to heat.
From one’s loss, another’s gain.
The flickering on my cheek.
Inhaled bitterness and memory.
The wait, the period before.
Like the owl in the live oak,
or the mice under our floor
returning, I celebrate the cycle,
and grow warm.
Beautifully written, Robert! I love all of the fire imagery and the owl and mice are a nice touch 🙂
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Thank you, Lori. The owl and mice are all part of the cycle. 🙂
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You are welcome, Robert 🙂 the owl and mice are powerful symbols.. I love that 🙂
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Reblogged this on A Whispered Wind and commented:
A toasty poem to warm your heart on a cold winter’s day
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Thanks for reblogging!
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Any time 🙂
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Reblogged this on Let it come from the heart and commented:
A very well written poem. I can almost feel the heat.
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Thank you for your kind comments and for reblogging.
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You are welcome
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Why do I suddenly want marshmallows?
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Now that would be a treat! It’s been many years.
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Your poetry is synesthesia-inducing. Your words are the fire that chars and roasts sweetness into my bones…
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You still have me repeating to myself “marshmallows, marshmallows…”
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Beautiful Robert 🙂
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Thanks, Tammy.
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i like the causality in it. And how that one ignites the human factor drifting. Nice one.
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Thanks very much.
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Enjoyed this, and the photos too.
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Thank you! The photos are from morguefile.com.
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What a delightful, seasonal pastiche to make a scene of flickering, as you say, and warmth.
Thank you, too, for reading from my blog.l
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Sorry, I typed in an extra I at the end. I should stop typing in the dark.
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I sometimes think I do my best typing in the dark. Until I read it.
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Your blog is a pleasure. Thank you.
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I love this!!!
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Thanks very much.
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Another gorgeous poem, Robert. I like how the mice and owl are distanced by respective habitat, yet inhabit the poet speakers personal space.
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Thank you, Talia. The earth, the sky, and the between!
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This is quite thought-provoking in its central metaphor – bringing in the owls and mice worked to shed light from another angle, I think.
And of course I like the thought of a nice fire.
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There is nothing like a nice fire, especially when it’s your source of heat!
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This poem brought temporary warmth to my drafty house. Thank you.
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If only poetry could be used to reduce one’s heating bill.
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Just a couple of days ago I lit a fire. It was cold and I wanted to do my years end paperwork sort. As it got going and I went to sit with the papers I noticed it was snowing gently. Somehow it seemed an appropriate moment to clear a lot of things I needed to let go. Many papers went into the fire as symbols of the process. It was very soothing and your poem once again echoes my thoughts and feelings at the moment.
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We are in synch once again!
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So much more peaceful than shredding, while bringing comfort, as well.
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Shredding is such a chore. Burning is a pleasure.
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That was lovely, the past igniting the future, can be life giving but also gets rid of the past..lovely thank you
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Thanks, Cheryl. The inevitable cycle…
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You have such a way with words! 🙂
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You are very generous. Thank you.
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I appreciate you poetry.
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Thank you, Debra.
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There’s something so captivating and evocative about fire…well done. And now I want marshmallows too 🙂 Mouse photo is a tender touch.
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More marshmallows, please. Skewered and torched!
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🙂
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I am here, but why i came
I’ve seen a fire, that’s why, God damn!
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There it is!
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