Aw, look, it's my 100th post on this blog. I should have dancing elephants or something.
I keep giving this URL to people, largely to force myself to keep posting some work. A lot of my writing has been happening in my head lately, as I rush about trying to keep up with the day job & the rest of life. It's so tempting sometimes to throw it all over and just run away and write, but how would I eat? This is really the problem.
Anyway, I've been working with the manuscript suggestions my friend gave me. I tried to convince myself to focus on the short story for my dad, but it's just not flowing at all, so I'm going back to what is flowing. I'm finally starting to figure out that all things come around if you give them time and keep paying attention, so I know the short story will happen eventually. But lord knows this poetry manuscript's been a long time coming.
I feel like I should post a super-stellar poem in honor of post #100, though I've posted most of my favorites already; still, here are two more for you to chew on.
hearth-keeper watches
young it’s cute, devilishly cute
licking at edges, testing
the joy of burning.
fully alive it roars, dancing
the edges of the Firebird’s wings
ruffling in the eager wind.
old it dwindles proud, glowing
savoring the embers of its glory
licking again, but deep within its core now
tasting its own joyous heart.
hearth-keeper reflects
I can feel the flames
dance in my eyes.
when I tend the fire
I become immortal
breathe the scent
of sweet, dry bark smoldering.
wait for the young tongues of flame
to seep through the cracks of the sacred logs
all logs are sacred
upon the hearth.
every time I shift
glowing logs
I marvel
how just a few inches’ turn
brings forth leaping
hungry
flame
18 February 2009
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