Tinderbox

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As a poet I am a tinderbox

about to explode at any moment

with an outburst of emotion

or some fountain of words

expressing opinion or state

of bliss or malaise.

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Unavoidably, charcoal emotions

flicker and heat up before making

their debut with fireworks or

flint to steel sparks of odd notions

born in a fecund mental box

called imagination.

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I did not plan to grow up

and become a tinderbox. I kept

igniting little pieces of the world

and decided to write it down as

it cooled and solidified.

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Verse arrived later, as a vehicle,

but the spark and resultant fire of ideas

had gradually become a conflagration

of volcanic ideas spewing molten

fire onto any mountain ranges leading

to the rivers of any listeners; to cool

slowly upon encounter with human air

or any poem-loving ocean.

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allets

01-18-17

1227p

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