Logs Burning

Watching the fire burning
Logs of life are turning
Fire spitting in sorrow
Gone again tomorrow

As you sit and stare
Inside you heart lays bare
Wood splitting in two
Burning takes you through
Life in all its stages
The logs and coal in cages

Night takes the last flame
Contemplate with no blame
Mistakes and some chances
Remembering times, eyes, and glances

Don’t waste life yearning
Opportunities missed
Or savouring a kiss
Still not finished learning

Colour and heat from fire
Slowly begins to dwindle
Believe again
Not the same
Feelings can rekindle

Emptying out the grate
Know it is never too late
Time is nigh
Release that sigh
Force the hands of fate

Mark Scotchford © 11/11/2018. I’ve just found this in a pad. I think it was one of the first poems I wrote.


About markious72

Here I wish to let my strange and vivid imagination and opinions run wild. I do hope you like what you read. I would love to be a writer, I won't pretend otherwise. Although it is only in the last couple of years that I have realised it. I guess if it meant to happen it will. Happy reading, happier writing. :-)
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