Tending a fire takes attention.
As logs burn and melt under
the glowing heat of the fire,
a careful eye must judge
the right time
to add another log
to a shifting stack.
Bright golds and yellows jump
when hungry new flames
envelop the sides
of the welcome, blanched log.
Warmth radiates and eyes return
to the pages of an open book.
"drink from the well of your self and begin again" ~charles bukowski
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It is so sweet how this poem ends with the warmth of a fire and the warmth of a good book.
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Love this line “when hungry new flames/envelop the sides/of the welcome, blanched log.” The aggressiveness of the flames make it seem predatory. And, hey, why are you cuddled up in front of a fire during spring break. You deserve to read reclined on a chaise chair on a tropical beach.
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