The Argument
Sometimes it’s as though we’re cradling it,
nurturing it gently, nomads with a flame,
carrying it with us, between us, wherever we go.
How carefully we feed it when necessary:
a dry fist of kindling to make the sore,
red embers burst back into life again;
a brooding log to see us through the night;
the quick volleys of our breathing, spat as words,
the oxygen it would perish without.
first published in Shot Glass Journal, issue #22, 2017
I love the powerful extended metaphor employed here!
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Thank you!
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I can relate to this one as well, more than I’d like to admit
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Glad it struck a chord with you in some way. Thanks for reading.
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Your poems often do–you have a gift
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Thank you – that means so much to me, especially from someone whose work I admire and always enjoy reading.
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bless you
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