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
I
move in a suggestive way
shiver and shape
turning my face
to the warm
where
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
