"Flaming What We Know"
by Rob Littler
What flame does
Not bend to air--
Does not seek to be,
Breathing to burn to stay
Being--constantly becoming, wanting more
Material to consume? Oh, the promise
Coals contain when coaxed to flame.
Their secret heat has destroyed
Men, forests, worlds.
Yet the flame seeks
Extinction, it's own
End--it's finality. Born to die
This burning can't perpetuate
It's own making. Consumption
Always runs a closed course. Like
A thoroughbred, made to run as if the running will never
Cease. We all know the finish line exists, but
The beast, loosed upon its own perpetuation,
Is forever chasing its own immediacy.
Posted on 08/06/2014
Copyright © 2021 Rob Littler
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Linda Fuller on 08/07/14 at 09:55 PM|
I love the depth of thought and focus in this, and the language. Adding to favorites.
|Posted by Alison McKenzie on 08/08/14 at 09:20 AM|
Pathetic should have a "love" button. Or something.
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/11/14 at 11:07 PM|
I really like the Zen feel of this, Rob. Profound piece of writing...reflection of mortality.