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A Sense Of Fire

by Jim Moore

What more could I make from this curl of smoke
Than exactly what it is--—
Pouring out in a lazy roll of wooded scents
As if it knew the lure of hickory on an open hearth,
The seasoned smell of rock maple under flame.

It begs of me to come closer
Like a moth to a bright distant blaze--—
Now there's no telling what this fire is capable of.

02/10/2008

Posted on 02/10/2008
Copyright © 2025 Jim Moore

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 02/10/08 at 04:39 PM

I love the sense of musing as one watches this "curl of smoke" I love the feeling that it "knows" its own allure... of "hickory" and "rock maple". Just wonderful detail, and the wondering at possibilities at the end wonderful too.

Posted by Shirin Swift on 08/22/08 at 12:08 AM

Real, earthy imagery laden with symbol, great to read and ponder.

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