Unlit Fires
by
William Robbins
copyright 08-24-2002
Age Rating: 13 to 127
A circle of smooth gray rocks
located in the middle of an abandoned decaying dump
was constructed by fainting prophets and filled with sticks
waiting for a moment of blaze.
The icy night of dreaded truths
numbs
even the soul’s simmering passions.
Still the fire in the pit is never lit,
"because"
lost all the matches,
"but"
wrote explanations
on a crumbled paper
hidden under the kindling.
"Busy"
went blindly in search of a fire permit,
while "tomorrow" and "someday"
shivered uncontrollably
as they sat upon an unopened box
of blankets.
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This poem is amazing. At first it gives off the image of someone, such as one of ourselves, in a forest and a gumpy place in the woods, all alone.. and then into a little log cabin where we decide to rest. I liked this a lot. For being your only poem on here, from what I can see, this is really good.
Goodness, procrastination is one thing I hate....and I really hate it when people complain about their state in life...when it's their own fault...God helps those who help themselves! excellent write!
I've got nothing to say, aside from I love it. Ok. I've more to say. I am especially fond of:
"shivered uncontrollably
as they sat upon an unopened box
of blankets."