Did you know fire is loud?
When you hear a fire, it’s only
in memory.  If you have been in a fire
loud enough to remark upon,
you have been close enough or
enveloped enough
to not care about the sound it makes
or the exploding sap
or the exploding air

or the inexplicable frustration,
paralyzing, transporting steam tears
to roofs as your arm hairs singe and
your skin begins to boil
why frustration?  Helplessness
at any sort of seeming finality

Here’s the point:  There is no finality
and there is no cause for grief
what’s done is done, and the fire
shouts but fires go out
and soon even the memory of flame
is an echo

This entry was published on February 8, 2013 at 18:06 and is filed under Poetry. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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  1. Zen

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