“Two Logs for the Stove, Please.”

I now sit by the warmth
Of these crumbling logs
To watch the rings of
Their years burn away.

Against the light of the
Fire they cry and they
Scream with an anthem
Of desperate aid.

Out of the chimney aloft
Up into the sky
It escapes with such
Rhythmic distress.

Each soot covered note
Wins the gaze of the sun
Floating higher so
Not to be missed.

Though, in the window afar
Their shadows still linger
And their pleas are
Yet boldly spoken.

I’ve placed two more logs
In the wood stove because
All the rings of the
Dying have broken.

© Jeremiah Dowling January 1st, 2009 

* I really miss the days of xanga, so I decided to post a few throwback poems from my old xanga sites this week. I wrote this poem on January 1st, 2009. It is from a series of poems I wrote every day for a month back in 2008-2009… read more of them on my xanga page.


About Jeremiah Dowling

I write poetry and take crazy pictures in an Orange Chair all over the United States while reading amazing books.

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