rake the coals

he finds
a ruby
stone still glowing

clear the ash
yesterday

let the air touch
today

let the flame be
tomorrow

pink wood
from a mountain forest

red wood
from the flood plains

yellow wood that fell
by the way

rake the coals
find the jewels
of fire opal

the precious stones
hidden in ash

kiss them
each
with a breath of air

give us fire
for another day

~

Poem #402 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

4 thoughts on “rake the coals

Leave a Reply to Frank Prem Cancel reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.