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Wednesday, 25 January 2012

Aphorism (A Fire Is Home)

Home is where the hearth is:

For all the memorable embers

That glow amidst the fire's hiss

As sojourn-singed dissemblers

Of bygone bliss in walled abyss,

The flame only remembers

To flicker free from ashiness

And warm the homily's members!

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  1. Jamie KK Wright25 January 2012 at 23:41

    The shoes in in the illustration are supposed to symbolise the abeyance of travel rather than spontaneous combustion btw!
    This poem came to me whilst gazing into a logfire and musing as to how whilst the embers glowed with an empathy toward memories of past travel now halted in domesticity, the fire still sparked jocundly upward to warmly encourage of more adventure yet!

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  2. James Bruce May25 January 2012 at 23:57

    Your fire is pretty cool. (Oxymoron ? Unintended)

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  3. Jamie KK Wright26 January 2012 at 00:16

    Thanks Wollow! You're the first to officially comment on my blog!
    My poetry will be flameous yet!
    Which is your favourite so far btw?
    Jamie :0)

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