Monday, May 28, 2007

poetryMONDAY: Hearts Like Hearthstones

Once caught, my love is a lasting ember.
It could bake bread all night and still
heat the morning bathwater.

Yet you keep asking for a visible flame.
It’s that kind of attitude that gets a man burnt --
if he’s the inflammable kind, it’s best to know.

But there should be a better way to
find men with hearts like hearth-stones
than setting them alight.




[poem train]

8 comments:

Rhian said...

LMAO! What a great poem Emily!
"if he’s the inflammable kind, it’s best to know." ain't that the dying truth.

Susan Helene Gottfried said...

I wasn't sure why Rhian told me you and I were making her spit her BLT in laughter; now I get it.

Awesome poem!

Ann said...

Definitely. Or maybe life is the fire, and how he handles the sparks tells whether he is a hearth-stone or merely tinder?
Great poem.
P.S. This didn't take the first time I tried, hope it takes now.

Rhian said...

whuh-oh...the poem WAS supposed to be funny, right? RIGHT?!?!

veinglory said...

LOL, yes it was. I have a whole collection like this, maybe next week I'll post 'Alimony' ;)

Ann said...

And you never listened to the song, Come on Baby light my fire?

Anna J. Evans said...

Lol...ain't that the truth. Thank god I didn't have to set my hubby on fire. Though my ex....we won't go there!

great poem,

Anna

Julia Phillips Smith said...

"Yet you keep asking for a visible flame.
It’s that kind of attitude that gets a man burnt"

Love that! I like the length of the poem and the three stanzas - feels like a three-act story.