Words on Fire

Paul Klee: Fire at Full Moon 1933 artsmarttalk.blogspot.com

Paul Klee: Fire at Full Moon 1933 artsmarttalk.blogspot.com

These words
I gather like sticks
from the forest floor
Some the branches downed
by a raging March wind`storm
Some the dried dirty tangles
of the torn`up roots
of a downed pine

These sticks
I carefully stack
the larger ones beneath
the tinier ones on the top
criss`crossed so as to breathe
In the heart`hollow below
I leave for you this note
The word Grace
your best gift

Pause then
while passing
this pyre by the way
Strike flint against steel
for a spark to kindle grace
Warm your frozen hand
over what I prepared
A shelter built
out of love

“If poetry is fire, it can’t be written in the fire,
but sometime after, written in ashes along the frozen road
if it be written down at all.” ~ Deborah Digges


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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4 Responses to Words on Fire

  1. such an articulate forest is your demesne


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