Poem #74 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

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I spoke
into the flames
I spoke the words soft
lest I
should hear them aloud

the flame responded
to the sound I made
shivered and plumed
in a swirl
in a dance

illustrated poetry
a murmur
a shape
a flicker

constant motion
supple shapes
drawn out of a flow into
soft words
soft spoken

move in a suggestive way
shiver and shape
turning my face
to the warm
the flame
speaks its quiet words to me

I don’t hear them clear
but I know the crackle
and the sound
of fire poetry

© Frank Prem 2017

Bachelard and me Poem #75: from another

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