POEM: CHIMNEY
I placed my fears of you
Into a wood stove
The wood wept ash
Through the night
Your terror tales
And shale looks
Cemented into silk smoke
I kept the door closed so I wouldn’t choke
On all your years
Tucked under skin
Behind lashes
Whipping open
You choose to favor and flummox
The innocent at the crux
But off you go
As the wood cries up the chimney
My neighbors learn your scent
There is no introvert or extravert
Everyone has a shell
They retreat to under vexation
Into solace for a time
Everyone has a cave
To hoard the torch light
And exorcise their madness
Everyone has a space
(Well if they don’t they should)
So they can prepare themselves again
For the creatures in the wood
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Lovely. Do you have published work?
I do. Here are the links.
https://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/1540841421/ref=mp_s_a_1_1 => Thought & Color
https://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/1545198136/ref=mp_s_a_1_1 => Human
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I can help you with that. 😀
wow nice reply good thoughts @rubenalexander
well said i like way
i like the first poem the way that the wood burns out and give a deterministic approach to say hat kind of a poem beautiful work done by you i like it and upvoted
these are the amazing lines in the poem
As the wood cries up the chimney
And my neighbors learn your scent
well said sir i agree with you.
The campfire picture fits in nicely with the poem!
It is a little off, but that seems to work.
Haha, yeah maybe just a little off. But hey, it works! 😎
Good work
Your publications at the level are always enjoyed
thats a good poem and truely said the story in tha poem and i like that poem great words are in it you are working nicely please keep it to awaken the souls through poetry
I placed my fears of you
Into a wood stove
The wood wept ash
Through the night
Your terror tales
And shale looks
Cemented into silk smoke
I kept the door closed so I wouldn’t choke
On all your years
Tucked under skin
Behind lashes
Whipping open
You choose to favor and flummox
The innocent at the crux
But off you go
As the wood cries up the chimney
My neighbors learn your scent
Wonderful picture 😍 Good job 👏🏻
Some really wonderful poems so nice thanks for sharing
this is an indeed good poem.