We've got a wildfire, love,
licking at our dampened
spirits and whispering
embers of escaped memory
to our thoughts.
Left unchecked, we frisk
the bark and tumble within
each other for heated yellow-
orange-red exchanges
drawn to the circular collapse of
all the unused hiding places
forgotten with the unceremonious
falling of ashes,
ashes, we won’t fall down.
Author notes
drakothstheron; NO STUPID METAPHORS; etc, etc.
A contest entry
- Paint your picture in my mind_contest part one of four by drakostheron.
950 points, ended October 1, 2008, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Any good?
Comments
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Lovely, passionate, very to the point without being abrupt.
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