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Flames

February 15, 2010
By pyropoet DIAMOND, Zimmerman, Minnesota
pyropoet DIAMOND, Zimmerman, Minnesota
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Favorite Quote:
You are NEVER alone in your troubles - there is someone who is always willing to lend a hand or a shoulder to you.<br /> -L. Kimpton


A match is struck.
The tiny flame gives light to a small corner of the Darkness.
Carefully put it to tinder.
Don't let it go out.
Add more tinder.
Help the fire to catch.
The flame grows and sets every branch alight.
Add more tinder.
Keep it growing, growing.
The flames get hotter, more wild.
Keep it in the circle.
Under your control.
A tongue of flame leaps out of the circle.
Move quick!
Don't let it set the ground ablaze!
More tongues of flame escape the confines of the circle.
In minutes, the forest floor is glowing red, yellow, and orange.
After what seems like an eternity, the flames die down.
All that is left of the forest is ashes.
A memory of what majesty had stood there.


The author's comments:
I'm not entirely sure if the reader will catch what I'm trying to say with this poem. It is basically about the excitement, and sometimes severity, of love. When you think you have things under control, something flares up, and in the end, you're left with a memory of who you used to be - your heart turned to ashes by the flames of passion.

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