Saturating Fire

Sparks fly free into the night reaching for the stars but fading to quickly. Orange, blazes against the moon and I see myself leaning into it. Closer and closer the burning of wood, and it’s producing smoke tangles my throat, then twists the air in my lungs. Farther and farther I lean away. I try to follow the flying dust but it soars too fast and my eyes cannot perceive. I see myself running against the darkness of the forest, tracing the perimeter of flames reaching towards the heavens. My mind is engulfed, watching the ashes collect quickly underneath the wood. Black and scorched. This is the time to tell me your stories; to sing your songs and share your jokes, while the echoes from the limited danger is muffled by the silence.

 

I burn within the flames though my skin is not scorched. Then I stick a finger out and the chill of the air reminds me I don’t want to leave. So I stay within the flames as the flames stay within me, and I am not afraid. I see no one around me but I know I’m not alone. I know I’m not alone…

Author's Note

I know this is not really in poem form but I just put it up at as a poem cause...well..it's not really story but more of just a passage of writing. It's poetic so I guess you could call it a poem.

Reviews

[Jason Galliger]

This is a very interesting piece. I especially love the last part, I feel like there is more to be discovered here if you wanted to keep going. There are a few minor grammar errors here and there but nothing that seriously detracts from the piece as a whole. And don't feel bad about the structure I write 'poems' like this all the time, sometimes its just the easiest way to get thoughts out.

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"My mind is engulfed, watching the ashes collect quickly underneath the wood. Black and scorched. This is the time to tell me your stories; to sing your songs and share your jokes, while the echoes from the limited danger is muffled by the silence."

{wow-this contains some super descriptive images-great poetry}

james:-)