Caren Krutsinger Poet Haibun

Campfire

Snapping cracking  Box implodes on self, turning rapidly into an inferno
Smoke travels into eyes. I change chairs. Down wind was southwest
Now smoke is traveling due north Loud pop. Bright orange flames Flare up from twigs which are blackening and graying in a snake-skin type pattern.  The fire is alive. I watch fascinated.


baby flames bright orange 
springing up around gray ash 
crackling and popping

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M. L. Kiser March 13, 2019 at 2:04 AM Perfect, I want to warm myself by it and have a nice roasted marshmallow. Caren Krutsinger March 13, 2019 at 7:26 AM I do so want the Poetry Soup Convention to come to me at least once before I hit 90.

Suzanne Delaney March 12, 2019 at 8:56 PM Mmmm....I can smell the woodsmoke. Excellent Haibun. SuZi Caren Krutsinger March 12, 2019 at 9:19 PM Thank you Suzi. I love the campfire. Had one on Saturday!

Eve Roper March 12, 2019 at 4:07 PM Well done, Caren, :) .. Hugs Eve ~`* Caren Krutsinger March 12, 2019 at 8:55 PM Thank you Eve. I appreciate your stopping by to say "hi".

Charlie Smith March 12, 2019 at 1:21 PM Flames are fascinating, well done Caren... Caren Krutsinger March 12, 2019 at 8:56 PM Thank you Charlie. I truly do appreciate knowing that you recognized this as a haibun as I am never sure. I LOVE flames, bonfires, and lovely comments like this so much, Charlie.

Rhona Mcferran March 12, 2019 at 12:55 PM This makes me want to go build a fire pit and make a bonfire of all my fallen tree limbs!! ;) Caren Krutsinger March 12, 2019 at 8:57 PM Get your buns over to Kansas and bring those limbs with you! I am only two states over, right?

James Edward Lee Sr. March 12, 2019 at 11:18 AM Wow this is very, very, very scriptive awesomely grand.... I feel as though I'm sitting at the camp fire. I smell the fire and smoke...write on.. James Caren Krutsinger March 12, 2019 at 12:14 PM Thank you James. I love campfires!

Constance La France March 12, 2019 at 10:27 AM Caren, wonderfully penned, I too love your Haibun and could imagine being beside your fire ~ Caren Krutsinger March 12, 2019 at 12:15 PM I have Wild Women Campfires often, and I love them so much, I feel like a pyromaniac! Such a great place to relax with friends, and all kinds of secrets come out.

Rohma Shafique March 12, 2019 at 5:43 AM It is a pleasure to read this nice campfire poem. I really like your poems and I would say that keep writing like these poems. Caren Krutsinger March 12, 2019 at 5:51 AM Thank you so much Rohma. I appreciate your stop by and your wonderful comment. Have fun today!