Saturday, February 2, 2013

Fireplace (poetry)

I shall be the fire
Not destructive, destroying
Wild, unrelenting, and uncontrolled.
For fire kept behind a grate
Has a different purpose

Warming the hands and feet
Of those who sit around me
Huddling, whispering
Telling secrets and stories
That they will remember
(And with it, remember the smell of
Burning pecan wood)

Winding down as the night wears on
Burning down to embers
But the house is warm
And the people, they laughed and smiled

How happy is a fire burned out?

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