I am slow fire burning

I am slow fire burning
at the end of another day
a living talisman
a charm you may touch
and hope for the rest

there are men in trees
riding the wind
with resin and limbs
joined by the hip in observation
from the I and I

there is solemnity
in speedometers that
no longer are in use
perception is all
one man can be

there is a breath
breathing
a focus yearning
for that which soon
will be gone




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-05-29 at 15:03

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Very interesting. A last drinks call for the end of the planet perhaps.
2015-05-31



I see this as our planet with all its wonders slowly but surely heating up. As always your portrayal of the imagery is awe inspiring. I like it.
Ashe
2015-05-30



I see this as our planet with all its wonders slowly but surely heating up. As always your portrayal of the imagery is awe inspiring. I like it.
Ashe
2015-05-30