I Mostly Left My Deeper Thoughts

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I mostly left my deeper thoughts
Digressing in the rear,
Contented now with smaller things,
I build a fire here.
I do not search for metaphor
Or hidden simile
In eager flame or drifting smoke
Or ashes in my tea.
I simply sit and feed the flame,
Take tea and ash together,
And notice how the leaden smoke
Changes with the weather.

I think this piece actually started last Sunday, when I was burning trash and drinking lukewarm coffee, laced with cardboard ash. At that time, I tried to write a poem that presented fire, simplicity and ashy beverages in the light of some cleverly-worded analogy, but that didn't work out very well. At all. Yesterday, sitting by the little fire I'd built in the woods, sipping some mildly over-steeped chai (caffeine and fire seems be a bit of a habit), I scribbled down the first, very rough draft of the poem you've just read. I put pretension aside. I stopped trying to write anything that was 'deep', complex, or clever, and simply admired the scenery.


  1. I like it, Janie. It reminds me of Robert Louis Stevenson!

    1. Thanks, Mom! That, coming from you, is quite the compliment. :)


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