Thursday, December 19, 2013

Brushless

Brushless

fire lit
to sit
beside
you

smoke drifts
thoughts away
from mind,
leaves you behind

burning wood
warmth makes,
takes
you inside

orange flame
air lifts
to find you

painting brushless.

1 comment:

  1. Thanks for this, *J*, if I were to learn to paint, that would be what I'd want to do, express/convey the "painting brushless" of "orange flame" evanescent. I appreciate the paradox of truths in your succinct stanzas.

    Want to conjure a prompt about koan poems...or fire gazing (perhaps a whole epic-earth series on the elements?)... or some other riffstream...?

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