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The Fireplace
JP (Scratches on the page, making noise. / New York City)

The Fireplace

The fireplace is such a world.
You can sit for hours and never soil.
There in the flames that leap so strong.
Slowly they can play out one's life song.
Lost in the blue that caresses the logs.
There by an ash, the world that was lost.
Over by a twig a flame burns bright.
Capturing the thoughts of another night.
There by the orange the sun was awoken.
A day filled with love and words unspoken.
All through the time that it does burn.
Heaven is written in the house of the flame.
Placing more logs on a fire to light.
Making dreams that run through your sight.
Plans of tomorrow they will never end.
The fireplace is such that it makes people bend.
The power is soft, yet just and right.
When logs are dry the embers are bright.
Sleep usually enters through a gentle window.
When the last sparks fly from a dying bellow.

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Comments (2)

it's nice to read, comment, and rate on a poem of yours again sir... this one i think is one of your bests... not just because of the way you penned it but also because of the message it transfers... nice write!
Nice comforting poem...you can see alot in the fires flames...10+