Blue Flame

[David Nelson Bradsher]

Blue Flame

My firelight is burning low.
The wood is spent; the flame will dwindle.
So tell me how my love can grow;
I have no wood to kindle.

The lighter fluid, used last night,
is empty. In another age,
what method could restore the light?
What made the fire rage?

I wouldn’t try to burn this twig.
I wouldn’t dare to use the pok-
er with a flimsy piece that isn’t big.
I need a cord of oak.

I’ve heard, though, of a flame the hue
of robin’s eggs; the sky; my eyes;
a brilliant Carolina blue
that helps the fire rise.

My shriveled blaze, about to wilt,
is soon to be an ashen flower.
I need the flame that Pfizer built.
It only takes an hour.

[Jonathan Morey Weiss-Namaste47]

I read this on two levels, David. One the literal, the humorous, the second on a deeper, more personal. That may not have been your intent..................but the reader brings his/her own interpretation, and that is the expanse of poetry.

[David Nelson Bradsher]

Jon, thank you, my friend. Yes, on the surface, or below it, it is a light piece, but depending on the vantage point of the reader, it could also resonate deeper.

I appreciate your deftness and insight.

[ramadevi]

I see the deeper layer too.

not sure about the pok-er spanning two lines, but it grows on me with second read.

my favorite part is verses four and five.

It is a thoughtful write and interesting too.

Warm regards,
rama devi

[David Nelson Bradsher]

Thank you, Rama. I don't use the hyphenated words carrying over very often, but Richard Wilbur did it with success, so I thought I'd give it a shot.

[ramadevi]

I think it works just fine, David!
*smiles*