The Mind of a Poet

April 16, 2010 at 7:41 am (The Mind of a Poet) (, )

To those of you who read me fairly regularly, I must apologize for failing to post any poetry for the past couple of weeks.  I did not post any the last week I was with Scin and then, I was swamped after I got back.  I had not written anything new, nor had I taken the time to search existing poems for the right one to post.  I am sorry I have been lax in my work.  I am trying to get back on track with writing and choosing posts.  And, this week’s selection is a new poem.  I hope you like it.

Evening Fire

It is dusk. The evening cry
of dove song moans beneath
the chatter of other birds, distant
traffic, scattered muffled voices. 
The air smells of fresh-cut grass,
a promise of coming rain as well. 

I think of you in this stillness.

Today, the irises began to bud.
A rabbit sits still in the yard
nibbling at a patch of clover.
Dry, cured wood burns slowly
easing the chill with hot embers
glowing deep red, bright orange.

 I long for you in this gloaming.

I will sit with the falling night
like a friend, tend the fire as it fades
to slumber and tomorrow I will build
another—the fire without as the fire
within, the pit high with dry tender,
flame alight with wanting—a burning

beacon to light your way home again.

NOTE:  This work is published here as proprietary and may not be reproduced, distributed, sold, or otherwise utilized outside the posting on this site without the express permission of the author; these works are the sole property of the author writing as Androgynonamous or DreadPirateRobert.

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4 Comments

  1. Blazer said,

    Lovely, thanks for sharing.

  2. Scintillectual said,

    “I long for you in this gloaming.”

    and you thought I wouldn’t notice? Ah, I do so love you and miss you terribly. It is cold and raining and I’m sick and wishing you were here to just lay by my side and listen to me snore. *smile* I am so very grateful that plane tickets have been ordered and you will be back in my arms, hopefully with better weather but who cares either way, in 12 short days.

    je t’aime mon bebe deux, je t’aime.

    • androgynonamous said,

      Oh, I figured you would notice…I just was hoping you would like it in this context and was kind of anxious to see how you felt about. It would appear that you liked it…*smile* I had thought you would, and hoped I was correct. I would love nothing more than to be with you listening to you snore. I am beyond grateful that tickets have been ordered and bought; most grateful. And, as for the French, my dear, you know what that does to me. Whether you speak it or write it, I become an entranced Gomez…kissing the length of your arm, begging for more…both French and other things. I do so love you as well and can’t wait to meet you at the airport. Counting days.

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