Our fire was hot and flaming,
singed everything it touched.
Eagles screamed our names
and flew away from our fire.
Little touches of time were ours,
wandering, wondering, exploring.
We flared like rockets in the dark,
all consuming and without safety.
Alas, as all things beyond control,
we were consumed until all that
remained were our ashes.
In a list
A contest entry
- ashes; [quickie 25/50] by yellow blue bus.
700 points, ended December 12, 2008, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Tell me what you think, but kindly, please.
Comments
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I really liked your take on the prompt, especially the ending. it was wonderfully written.
'We flared like rockets in the dark,
all consuming and without safety.'
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I loved those lines. beautiful.
We flared like rockets in the dark,
all consuming and without safety.
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A great write.
Mmm burning passion.." we flared like rockets in the dark"
What a wonderful line.
I enjoyed reading this poem.
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Ahhh but what a fire while it lasted
An emotional write filled with great images... Don't forget the Phoenix - ashes aren't an ending 
Well done and all my best...
Ken
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