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Conservation
by Charles E MinshallWe try to save energy
As much as we can,
But some that we save
Is not due to plan.
I write a lot of poems
That keep us warm,
When they burn in the fireplace
After they're born.
11/14/2003 Posted on 11/15/2003
Copyright © 2025 Charles E Minshall
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/16/03 at 06:25 PM *soft smile* hehe, if I had a fireplace, that's where a lot of mine would end up also...although I do recycle! |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 11/16/03 at 10:54 PM This is funny and sad all at the same time... |
| Posted by Cathlyn Cartier on 11/16/03 at 11:45 PM My secret to recycling? Use both sides of the page, and make sure the ink doesn't emit noxious fumes! =) Maybe it'll it cold enough this winter I can kindle a roaring blaze with my dead musings. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/18/03 at 03:54 AM LOL! Great selfdeprecating humor! Fun read! |
| Posted by Don Coffman on 11/18/03 at 08:45 AM Yup, methinks the fireplaces of the world would have plenty of fuel with our despised poems, although this witty bit of words sure doesn't need to go. :) |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 11/19/03 at 04:54 PM Underneath your humor is a humility I admire. I fear that all too many of mine have ended up here instead of the fireplace. Thanks for giving me some perspective, Chaz. |
| Posted by Amanda J Cobb on 12/20/03 at 06:15 AM No! Don't burn them! Ah!
You know how an artist/writer is always their own worst critic? Well, honey, just because you don't like it doesn't mean someone else won't!
And there's a lot to be said for 2nd drafts. ;) |
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