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Bon Fire
by Agnes HallTonight was one of those nights
when the smoke from the fire clung
to our clothing
When the stars poked out from behind
the clouds
and the conversation bubbled over
like a pot set to boil
When words were exchanged
and more said
than held back
even if those that were most important
hung in the air
like every curl of smoke
stinging our nostalgic eyes
07/27/2012 Posted on 10/18/2012
Copyright © 2025 Agnes Hall
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by David Maurice on 12/01/12 at 06:43 PM I really like this, however I would lop off the last line, the whole poem is implying it in a much less conventional way when you don't come right out and say it at the end. That second stanza is a real delight on the tongue. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/07/14 at 02:54 PM Congrats on POTD! |
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