Best Kindling Poems

Seeking Kindling

The tangling forest was bitterly cold
And we were endlessly lost.

But, I followed his big foot prints
without speaking out of fear.

“Just pick up twigs kid. OK Dad”-
While he collected timber.

I knew he was good at providing, building
while not speaking.

A hammer made a much more profound...

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Finally, she could get down on her knees again, not in prayer but to touch rosemary and lavender which had begun to send its fragrance into the spring and rising warmth in nature’s heart. There was no sense of regret that winter passed with revolving...

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Darling
my notes again
left scattered
upon the wind
with your name
on every one
became waving
streams of sun
shining dreams
my heart undone
and i watched…

while your name
became

flowers growing
under the moon
springing forth
into midnight dew
shimmers of gold
silver and blue
Natures bow
before the rain

it took just one
glance to know
and a fire became
from a waters flow
a sense...

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I'll stick to the secret religion
I don't need a reason
to enter metamorphosis
like the wind cutting rocks
to carve out new rivers

Stranger than fiction
my nominal friction
ties to this earth
I might fly off
like a child in birth
severing ties to his mother

The inside out pains
for all I've attained 
the...

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blazing sun set
                                fire hued meadow resonates
       ...

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A KIND OF KINDLING

I am taking pictures off the wall
Then taking them to the flame
I am burning each, every and all
Food for a fire fueled by blame

Snapshots that still have the sweet aroma of your perfume
Poses that posed the question can love get any better...

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Bright faces shining as the sun it is good                                   in light...

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Yellow is your favorite color like the sun
while Aquamarine is mine like the sea
kindling our inseparable bond 
like the sunrise and sunset 
bursting over our warm tropical horizon 
...

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I try to be a gentleman – be courteous and show respect
I try to treat all women equally and not like a sex object
I try looking in your eyes direct and not rove to other parts
I try loving you for your splendid mind, your soul...

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Buried somewhere
beneath the abyss of locked horns
And bones to pick on,
Is a kindling of love,
which I wow to search for relentlessly.
Never shall I give up,
resolute I am to grasp,
for amidst that deep pit of shattered heartbreaks, it lies
covertly tucked away from conceited eyes.
 
And even...

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the candle snuffed out long before the night was gone

sent shivers of darkness from a cracked thin chandelier

bemoaned life’s brevity and then succumbed to slumber


a scent of yesterday perfused the room with fragrance

of wishes burnt at lightning speed and molten wax

whispered to a waning moon’s...

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Where the white gnaws
a brook,
black Ash trees sink

waist high
in a smoking frost.
My coat is a rook's shadow.

I need to thaw a fumed silhouette,
warm my breath
from old body embers.

Ahead, robin red-flames
tattoo creaking water.

Between the tinder
and the cold flare,
a *** end of sun

ignites icicles
in a brief day-blush.
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You can’t think your way
into a poem
Or feel your way
out of a verse

They first must conspire…
your spirit inspired
Words no longer forced
—or perverse

(The New Room: April, 2021)...

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They Greeted us every Christmas 
with plastic pecks to the cheek.
{We were just two sticks of kindling
for their forever grief).
They'd fuss over brother.
who'd the haunting eyes of mother...
I was just the little hand on their time piece.

The adults would sit around
fanning lukewarm talk for hours....

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Soul, Soul, where art thee?

I lie sleepeth, in the halls of
the underworld, as my spirit 
roam freely, reincarnating 
as different beings, going 
in and out of existence.

When the flower of life,
gives life, my soul awakens
from a deep rooted sleep.
As I travel down the vine,
matter begins...

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