No Smoke Without Fire
Sometimes we set things on fire
Just to see what they’ll look like
As they burn,
Something grips us tightly
As we stare into the flames
And flicker as they dance.
When nothing burns
And things just melt
We walk back into nature,
We stare at moss and watch it grow
Just to know we’re chosen,
Just to know we’re nothing.
They say the path without fear is fearsome
And there’s no smoke without fire,
Except when things are melting,
This world is filled with liars.
November 18, 2008 at 5:13 pm
This is a wonderful poem. It makes me think fondly of my Swan Vesta-happy childhood, and then regretfully of the rest of my life.
Well done Dunstan Carter, I find your new poetry among the best I have seen from any Manchester writer or British poet …ever!
February 2, 2009 at 3:47 pm
You are my favorite poet…You are beautiful minded.
February 2, 2009 at 5:17 pm
What a lovely thing to say – thanks Alicia you’ve made my day!