kindle: poem

grasp me tight around
the edges and shake me
out like a blanket; scatter
loose these ashes and
let the wind sweep me
clean. you pulled me
like a burning stick from
the fire and sometimes I
still feel the flame. Am I
now just dried wood?
chaff floating away on
the stream? scorched
but not consumed. quenched.
embers still glow,
red hot…let me
be fuel. my hands do
not forget.


It’s not prose but it’s not perfect, so I’m linking up with Emily today:


Comments

  1. says

    This poem reminded me of the fascinating briquette. Making them is an art, primitive, useful. To many societies briquettes are the primary source of fuel for warmth and cooking. They burn completely clean because the carbon has been released in the process. It makes them useful, useable, valuable, long burning, even temperature…….. I’ll send you a cool link if you want. It might make you cry when you recognize yourself. 🙂

  2. says

    sometimes i still feel the flame… let me be fuel…

    yes. it seems wild, that sometimes we want to hurt, but when it’s for the greater good–“let me be fuel.” laura, you’ve done it again. so well written. i love that you linked. e.

  3. says

    Glad to Land at your fantastic poetry land today,
    How are you?

    Love your poetry talent, Please join us at Jingle Poetry Monday potluck today,
    First time participants can link in 1 to 3 old poems, poems unrelated to our theme are welcome!

    Happy Tuesday/Wednesday!
    Hope to see you in.
    xxx

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