Poet's Fire

This is my first poem of 2015.

Poet’s Fire

©2015 Rolland G. Smith

The fire burns it's bright this night

And sheds it's light and heat.

But where is my poetic sight

To count my rhythm’s beat?

Most hearths include the heart and home

And hold all thoughts within,

But fire burns a poet's tome

So I must new begin.

I see the orange above the ash

And watch it settle down

For in the color there's panache

That brightens rhyming’s crown.

The sound must be a factor too

When snaps and crackles pop.

It takes my thought to where it's true

When meter seems to stop.

Beware my friends before a fire

When embers choose to die.

Let not your heart and mind retire

Before you say goodbye.

So this becomes an epitaph

For thoughts and embers too

They ne’re will be a poet's path

If silent times are few.