Ash and embers fell like a 4th of July spray
and all the while the people pray
with accents on 'why me'
as they backed away from the sea of dancing sparks
The fire's blaze matched warm sun rays
past the cloud of smoke
that woke the community
with each choking breath
This dawn would spawn a rise of hues
that brought both awes and fear
to faces wet with tear
Hours passed
none too fast
as the survivors
tried to thread the dread of dismay
with a stitch of hope
Author notes
There was a bad fire in downtown Indianapolis Yesterday. Some of this poem was from the pictures I saw, other from things people were saying.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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A wonderful poem with lovely imagery. Very heartfelt words. Take care, Sandy
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Wow this is wonderfully written. I hate fires but you wrote a wonderful poem. When I was a 5 year old I almost burned the house down.
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Bad news seems to be the norm these days. While my heart goes out to those who suffer through no fault of their own, my mind is busy dealing with the daily routine of just ekeing out a living.
Sincerely,
Leo Long
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