Warm Words



Warm Words

I sit at the foot of the sleepy fire,
a chilled blanket of darkness
wrapped around me,  
watching air-hungry flames
flicker and faint to pale yellows.

Coppery embers crackle and choke.
And then…your warm words
climb down the chimney and sit beside them like fresh kindling,
urging the firelight’s return.

About this poem

Sometimes all it takes to rekindle light and hope, are warm and uplifting words.

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Written on February 14, 2024

Submitted by susan.brumel on February 19, 2024

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Scheme XXXXX XXXX
Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 327
Words 62
Stanzas 2
Stanza Lengths 5, 4

Susan Mayer Brumel

A few years ago, I retired from a thirty-five year career in hospice counseling, at which time I began writing poetry. My poems are influenced by my patients’ journeys, the compelling beauty of nature, and the human condition. A lover of all animals and most people, I enjoy spending time in nature, long walks, and reading Pablo Neruda, Blake, William Carlos Williams, James Joyce, Mary Oliver, Emily Dickinson, Maya Angelou, Leonard Cohen, and more. Baudelaire tells us to ‘be drunk’ on something every day; I am drunk on poetry and intend never to be sober! more…

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3 Comments
  • yelskwah
    The opening lines, with their description of sitting "at the foot of the sleepy fire" and a "chilled blanket of darkness" wrapped around the speaker, immediately establish a sense of cold and isolation. The imagery of the "air-hungry flames" that "flicker and faint" effectively conveys the fragility of the fire and the speaker's sense of vulnerability. 
    LikeReply20 days ago
  • philmaund
    My love language is Words of Affirmation so I really enjoyed this!
    LikeReply4 months ago
    • susan.brumel
      So happy this one resonated with you! Thank you.
      LikeReply1 month ago
  • npirandy
    So, have those flames rekindled? Happy belated Valentines Day to my profound friend.
    LikeReply 11 year ago
    • susan.brumel
      Flicker and flame…Same to you, and thanks for reading.
      LikeReply1 year ago

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