sometimesihatemycat

I sat with and watched
That last flick of ember
Warm ash gasping for life
I mourned it as it flashed
From spark to nothing black

Then I sat in evening awe
When I saw it claw quick
Back to light and oxygen
Again I witnessed wanting
In that dying fight to learn its trick

-me

Painting: Lady by the Fireplace by Gustav Klimt

Reworked and reposted, originally written years ago. But I had another inspired moment by the fire. It is a friend these days, and every time its dying moves me.

~ by April on January 21, 2019.

Posted in Death, Humanity, Loss, Love, Poetry, Whimsy
Tags: Anatta, Anicca, Black, Death, Dukkha, Dying, Ember, Fight, Fire, Fireplace, Life, Poetry, Spark, Warmth, Winter