Heat

I burned my hand on a skillet that had been in a 400 degree oven last night. It is the reason I missed my post yesterday. A poem about heat.

Heat
cooking
melting
warming
comforting

Heat
burning
harming
flaming
devastating

A need in life
providing comfort
becoming danger

2 thoughts on “Heat

  1. Oh no! I’m not sure why our brains think we should grab something from an oven. I’ve done this numerous times. I also think I should grab stuff straight off the stove and put them in my mouth. #notsmart Do you think we may have other things on our mind?

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