Candescent coals
heap of firewood ,
simmering pot
mad mad thought ,
deep in my mind
time to unwind
I say to myself ,
glow in your light
with all your might
though nights are getting
long and cold
be like jabong
have your hold
slipping moments
on soggy ground
staggered foot prints
in wet red soil
strewn twigs
yellow orange leaves
big and small ,
to the depleting
heap of firewood
I say ” I am good “
around the candescent coals
© Dr. Swati A Gadgil , All Rights Reserved .
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An engaging,contemplative,and beautifully-crafted poem.
Rendered with customary incisiveness and tempo, this is a fine exemplar of the author’s blossoming poetic acumen.
“Candescent Coals”, beautifully written, reminds me of ‘To be or not to be’ …