Fire
The smoke smothers,
forms a solid screen.
The fire frantically fights
for its existence,
twisting and torturing
the air around it
like a dictator leaving
nothing to chance.
The flames writhing,
and rising in their
hot blazing dance.
Comments
Loved it. So simple and elegant.😊
Thank you, Binte
Thanks, Damon, Dorothy and Rich for the likes.
Thank you, Po and Jennifer.
Very descriptive , great writing. One can really see the fire fighting for its life.
Jennifer
Thank you, Keith
Jon,
I was quite burnt out reading this. Seriously a good poem which fills the mind with a vivid image of the fury of fire with the flames lapping about the burning item. I particularly like the words, "the fire frantically fights for its existence".
Good poem. Thanks
Keith
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Jon Stainsby
Mon 6th Apr 2020 20:07
Thank you, Nitya