Winter frost bites me
As a kiln burns in my chest
Ashes offer warmth
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Paul Stewart
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I like it. I don’t want to think of anyone’s heart as ashes. It burns brightly and warms you and the ashes turn to embers to stoke the kiln and keep the fire going. 🤩
from the ashes we rise
Nice poem. Made me visualize a person on a smoke break during a particularly bitter night. I took it a bit more literally. Shot of scotch and a quick cigarette. Kiln in the chest and ashes offering warmth.
wow, that "kiln" line is just fantastic! very visual, Paul. love the work
nice haiku.. very inspirational.. let that kiln fire your clay!
The ashes part is interesting to me- they can rekindle a fire up to a week or so afterwards if they aren’t completely extinguished, good for gardening, symbol of repentance. Much is bound up in that word.
Ooooh, I like the imagery in this. Is it weird I initially thought of anxiety? The "kiln burns in my chest" part put my mind there cause I've written a lot of imagery like that when describing anxiety. And the "ashes offer warmth" speaks of post-destruction but in a very beautiful way...lots of ways this could be interpreted, I think!
Very clever this one is. Good job.
Such a tender feel
Simply stated warmth