Fire
Fire
a double sword
Fire
the beginning
and fire the end
Fire
the means of forging
the Omega and Alpha
that surround us
day by day
Fire
surrounds us
but leads us
nowhere
we must create
our own path through
fire
to the life beyond
fire
so many things
to save from
fire
so many things
to be consumed
by fire and flame
Comment: Fire is a raw poem, written this morning, based on two other posts by two other writers, Meg Sorick and Mr. Cake. It is nice to receive a creative spark from other bloggers. Thank you both. Here are the links:
Meg Sorick
https://drmegsorick.com/2017/02/22/fire-creeps-in/
Mr. Cake
https://cakeordeathsite.wordpress.com/2017/02/21/fire/https:
rogermoorepoet 
Oh, I just finished emailing you and look! Thank you for the link Roger and that you found inspiration in what we each wrote. I was sort of taken aback when Mr. Cake posted his Fire piece as I had just written mine. Serendipity. By the way, this was my Welsh grandpa, born in the Rhondda Valley in 1888.
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“When the coal comes from the Rhondda, down the Merthyr-Taff Vale Line, when the coal comes from the Rhondda, I’ll be there.” That’s about the same age as my grandparents. Do you know where in the Rhondda?
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Gilvach Gogh. Hope I’m spelling it right…
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Here’s the Wikipedia link.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gilfach_Goch
The phonetic spelling is correct and Goch is sometimes written Coch. It’s a neat little article.
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Thank you!
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Thanks for this Roger and glad that Meg and I provided the spark.
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No problem, Mr. Cake. Honor where honor is due. I’ll probably re-work the poem though. It’s pretty raw and needs to be cooked (by fire?)..
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Is there any other way to cook?
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