The flames don’t really know
anything about convection
or kelvin or thermodynamics.
Flame is just a brute fact
like entropy or absolute zero.
Heat is the brain of fire.
Heat can tell you things
the flames never dreamed of.
It is heat that rivets attention.
It is heat that opens your eyes.
Heat will burn holes and
smooth imperfections.
Heat teaches you
what you need to know.
It will draw you in by degrees.
Fire lights up the corners.
Flames shout for attention.
They are only messengers.
It is heat that consumes
It is heat that says, “I love you.”
This made me think of color temperature:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Color_temperature
I have long been fascinated by “black body radiators.” What a concept.
I have felt like there is much food for poetic thought in this concept and that you have touched upon it here.
Thanks for re-awakening this particular muse.
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splendid meditation on the flame and heat contrast… quite refreshing with quite the last line
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Thanks, I wrote this after listening to Leonard Cohen’s Joan of Arc.
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he is one of the great muses 😉
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