By Bud Koenemund
With apologies to Galway Kinnell
Fire cannot feed upon itself. Lacking
Fuel to sustain, it will suffocate;
Dying away – light dwindling toward black –
As flames, once furious, quickly abate.
To make it burn, I threw my whole self in;
Sacrificing pride; nourishing our spark;
Then realized I could never kindle
Passion matching mine; that knowledge a stark
Reminder of the wasteland devotion
Leaves behind – solitude seared in my soul;
Scorched by incendiary emotion,
While embers, neglected too oft’, grow cold.
The love
extinguished cannot be renewed;
Yet, memory smolders with
thoughts of you.
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06 December 2021
Fire Cannot Feed Upon Itself
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