A Fireside Tanka

I thought I’d try my hand at a bit of poetry, so here goes.

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Lighting up the night

Fearless of the dying light

Crackling warmth you give

Fed by rot, what joy you bring

It makes my heart wish to sing

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Born and raised on a farm near Brockville, Ontario, Mark Bierman's childhood consisted of chores, riding horses, snowmobile races across open fields, fishing trips to a local lake, and many other outdoor adventures. He was also an avid reader of both fiction and non. Transitioning towards adulthood also meant moving from the farm and into large urban areas that introduced this country boy to life in the big cities. After a short stint as a private investigator, he moved into the role of Correctional Officer, working at both Millhaven Institution and Kingston Penitentiary, until it closed.

12 thoughts on “A Fireside Tanka”

  4. I want to try more poetry styles and you did a great job doing this. Fantastic job bringing us around the campfire, Mark! Keep the poems coming:)

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