With thanks to Nils Teodor , who gave memory's of open firers . Of times now past.


IN THE FLAMES AND RED HOT COALS

In to the flames I stare ,

Bread on the toasting ,

Fork ,

In the hot coals I see ,

Pitches so vivid ,

With a mug of tea ,

I turn the bread ,

So it turns brown each side ,

I wait and stare in and on.


The Dyslexic Poet

Ken D Wiliams




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Written on 2010-02-23 at 12:50

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Warming poem, wonderful on cold wintery days.
I just hope you didn't burn the bread as I know I would losing my focus as I stare on and drift off and far away!
2010-02-25


Nils Teodor The PoetBay support member heart!
I am glad to have been
the soil from which this
beautful poem has flowered
Thanks Ken
2010-02-23