David Walker Poet Rhyme

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Burning Books

Burning Books
David J Walker

There is burning on
The next pages

The flame rages in words 
Of fame and glowing embers

Ancient runes forgotten phrases
Members of book clubs

Meet in brewpubs 
Tuesday afternoons 

Reading single letters out loud
Before they disappear in 

Perfectly clear air 
Made of flames

The scribe did nothing 
To hide the hidden meanings

Before setting them afire

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DM Babbit November 24, 2021 at 8:12 AM As if burning thought, the scribe is ever embued with ideas. Loved this. David Walker November 24, 2021 at 12:00 PM Dm thanks, so much for your kind words.

John Lawless November 23, 2021 at 9:22 AM GREAT MATAPHOR....the poet(writer) as arsonist.....of the mind David Walker November 24, 2021 at 12:01 PM Thanks, John. Yes we are the arsonists, aren't we? Setting the world on fire with ...ideas...and words...