Fire Side Stage
If we built it together, it will last. A pair of contrasting poems.
Sparks
Soft tinder starts
Cinders spread asunder along side sizzling sights of low growing thunder
The fire cries, crackles and rises
Its brilliant flames surprised that its desires comprise only a slice of its ire.
Wind-Fire Life
Wild, wanton, wandering and wondering shadows
Round and Bound
Earth-Metal Ground
Its sound abounds
Smouldering
Over hours
Deeper fires creep in heat
An eternal force to meet
as the amazing blaze is tamed
by soft sunset rain
Water Weeks
Ashs left swirling and twirling in the currents currently
Churning in my chest
Surmised and sly, unshy flames lay claim
Untamed games
I rest simmering in a steam blessed nest
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Unaggregated
Aggressive Wild Fires
Scorch my tender ribs
Rip, tear, break, bear teeth
Evoked from underneath
This beast is ready to kill
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