I have given your poem a lot of thought ... interpreting it as the obit you composed for your "After I'm Gone" (for family and the requisite announcements) YOU, not being close to READY, have tossed it into the fireplace.
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So many interpretations in the comments - sign of a good poem! I'm reading it as life moving on and the dead narrator comforted by watching it go... ??
Oh, I love this! And I'm guessing that it reflects that fact that you in the Northern Hemisphere are deep in winter just now.
ReplyDeleteStay warm, Ollie. I am, too. I love your poem and can see you in the closing lines. Here we are now expecting heavy rains and possible flooding.
ReplyDeleteI have given your poem a lot of thought ... interpreting it as the obit you composed for your "After I'm Gone" (for family and the requisite announcements) YOU, not being close to READY, have tossed it into the fireplace.
ReplyDeleteOops, Olie, looks like you've lived another year, but the ghost was ready. Must write a new obit.
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I like your play on words as they jostle up against each other.... torn, tendrils, tinder, kindling...and your final two lines are very ice.
ReplyDeleteThe ghost sits warm with contentment? I think so. Content with the life he is living so well. Content with a poem well written
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ReplyDeleteLove this, Ollie, especially the old ghost sitting by warm glow.
ReplyDeleteSo many interpretations in the comments - sign of a good poem! I'm reading it as life moving on and the dead narrator comforted by watching it go... ??
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