Wednesday, 08 October 2008
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Fiery of Fire
All eyes on the fire
while it spits its orange flames;
beautiful, majestic.
Dad closes in
a stick in hand.
It roars next to us.
Now the fun begins.
He drops it in the center,
the fire sputters a moment
then it morphs before our eyes.
Tongues of blue and green
start shooting for the sky.
A complete take over it would seem
but soon, too soon
orange and yellow make a comeback.
Filled with rage
they chase any other color out
then mesmerize our minds once again.
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Comments (5)
Wow! I am amazed. I can picture exactly what you are writing about. I love it. You are an amazing and talented writer. I also write, but I never get comments on them. Kep up the good work girl. Peace and Love!
@xxcjs_babyxx - Thanks so much (: ♥
@Novakana - you are very welcome. Can I ask you a question? Where do you get your ideas?
@xxcjs_babyxx - It depends. Most of the time my poems are about memories and a lot of times they're about how I'm feeling at the time I wrote them.
@Novakana - I agree. I normally write when I am upset. I guess more ideas come to me when I'm mad at someone or myself. Crazy huh! peace an love!