My Poetry
The Fire
Flickering embers
of varying colours
amidst the smoking woody fuel
stretching upwards
outwards onwards
A kaleidoscope
of light and heat
entwined with wisps of charcoal grey
mind alert and every waiting
changing as the rainbow moves
Conjuring such weird conclusions
all manner of creatures and objects
jumping from the coloured tapestry
sudden flashes changing the scene
Tangled weaves the story of the flame
crimson shades of light
telling their fiery tale
rubbing hands and warm glow
Secure and content I lie
watching learning
crackling wood and coal
sparking bright
sending its visual story
to waiting eyes
Hours pass and the tale unfolds
as the flames slowly degenerate
tiny smaller smaller
now just a dim glow
should I refuel this epic tale
or just languish in its warmth
Warm just like bed
eyes closing slowly
sleep is but a motion away
a last glance at the glowing embers
and the battle is lost
Sleep sleep
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