I took up the challenge this year to make a blog post every day. At first, it sounded like an easy task, but I soon discovered it more challenging than I ever imagined. For part of the year-long adventure, I explored different styles of poetry. I decided to revisit many of these styles in November. NaNoWriMo takes up most of my time during this month. Plus, the weather turns cold, making it hard to go on an adventure unless Rooster and I decide to visit our baby chick in New York City. Sometimes I get a hunger for the road. Christmas is right around the corner. I wrote this Proverbial poem because passion in life is a blessing, so I called it A passionless life.
A Passionless Life
Without wood, the fire would die” is an old gypsy proverb.
A Passionless Life
A fire needs three things to survive
Oxygen, heat, and fuel
Without all three, the flame wouldn’t thrive
Wood is always a useful tool
When trying to keep a flame alive
Stoking can sometimes appear cruel
When a part of you is devoured by the flame
Don’t stand too close because you will get burned
By a raging inferno, no one can tame
It’s a lesson that comes hard learned
A sad experience by no other name
Fuel for the fire and your head is turned
A rumor, a lover, a passion-filled game
Heap it up, heap it up
More wood for the fire
Burn it up, burn it up
The heat of unsatisfied desire
Lite it up, lite it up
The flame shooting higher
The fire would die.
But it’s not good
To live a passionless life
Who is Molly Shea?
Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh. To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.
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3 thoughts on “A Passionless Life”
Wow, the last lines are powerful! Such a fantastic poem. 😊
Most of my time is spent on repetitive work. Sigh. No passion for repetitions.