November 16, 2018 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

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Dewell H. Byrd




A Chimney Stands Without Its House



Leans toward charred rose bushes

on the creek side of the Paradise



Rumpled sky lowers its gray hand,

stirs the ash of yesterday’s home…

vacant spirit.


A scorched rag doll weeps,

absorbs pungent smoke…

silent sponge.


Fireweed thrives, welcomes bees.


Bless the insects and the weeds

that have the tenacity to do

the endless work of reclamation.






Dewell H. Byrd

Dewell H. Byrd is a retired school administrator living with his wife Elsa on California’s beautiful north coast among magnificent redwood trees. Family, love garden, nature and history are his favorite poetic subjects. Dewell is a consummate storyteller and people watcher. His poetry often captures common, everyday people in unusual moments.

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1 Comment

  1. Pat Durmon November 16, at 14:54

    I like it! It's hard to write about such horrific things. Well-done.


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