The fire's fingers reach
and wrap around branches.
The red curves around yellow,
a symbol of second chances,
each lick of flame crawling
higher up the trees.
Soon this bright green forest
will be brought to its' knees,
black as the night
upon which this execution takes place.
The winds' breath
creaks through the leaves.
The anamoly of singed birds nests
is somewhat troubling.
Like fingers dipped in acid
the standing trees weep;
their tears are silent in the day
and through the night they creep,
black as the dirt
upon which this execution took place.
Author notes
this was an exercise for creative writing.
we had to write a 20-25 line poem about an inanimate object with an alliteration, hyperbole (which i just realized i forgot), imagery, and couplet. so yeah. voila.
Written February 7th, 2006
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This poem is interesting.
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i like it. it made me creepy..i mean it was creepy. becuase you said exectution. and that's a creepy word.
damn, i'm quite tired.
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