to RMS

I first met you near a blazing fire.
We slept side by side after sharing
visions that danced on walls with the flames.

We spent a night together in the wood,
yet again 'round burning embers,
remembering dancing dreams of days gone by.

Together we sweated, lifting heavy burdens;
you carried mine and helped me see something real;
there was a light in you then.

The fire has dimmed;
we no longer sit and we no longer sweat;
we only pass one another - my smiles, your queer looks.

There is a shadow over you now,
and the flames no longer dance so freely;
can I help you carry that burden?
Will you come back to the fire?

Comments

[Dan]

I'm curious as to your interpretation of this poem? What gives you cause to think that this isn't the medium for a poem such as this? What about the transparency shakes you up? Where in the definition of poetry does it state that poetry is not real conversation? I'd love to hear your comments.

[anonymous]

this is really transparent...lovingly, this may not be the proper medium for delivery of such a poem.

but I'm anonymous and third party...but it awkward to read for me...perhaps real conversation is more appropriate.