A thermodynamic reaction,
Catechism against the cold,
Lifelike, flicker, a dance granted form by gravity's pull,
Unfettered and Untethered,
Aloft, Alight, Unbound,
Without external pressure,
Pure, Balanced, and Round,
Though fuel is a burden, a necessity of cause,
The brightest burn, a scalding truth, heralds of pending loss,
Animus innate, yet grounded down the spine,
Of wicks not wickedness, a measure of its time,
Fires not malicious, mischievous, nor kind,
Awakened from its slumber, given furlough from its dreams,
Savior or destroyer, it cares not for mortal schemes,
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I hear it's warm inside the darkness,
Of course.
How could it not be?
For it's the place where fire rests, when fuels cease to be,
They claim space is cold and lifeless, but I know this to be lies,
For in dark and cold; when truth be told,
All fire resides,
It slumbers ever hungry, a lifeless-deathless sleep,
Unending, unrelenting, until into our world it creeps,
A tiny spark, and from the dark the fire comes to call,
A dutiful beginning, the inevitable fall,
Kindling isn’t kindness and fires not a friend,
For each new spark, clawed from the dark,
Consumed until its end
A fleeting flickers dance, twirl, leap, and scorch,
Creator and destroyer, destined to pass the torch,
About the Creator
Addison M
Artist & writer, although those may be potent terms for what I concoct. A spirited creator may be more apt. Spreading my particular brand of asinine insanity to the masses.
Comments (10)
Wooohooooo congratulations on your win! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
Impressive use of language. Congratulations on a very worthy Top Story.
“A tiny spark, and from the dark the fire comes to call, A dutiful beginning, the inevitable fall, Kindling isn’t kindness and fires not a friend,” My fireman father applauds this line
Yep. Imola is so right. This burns and scorches, Congrats.
Very well deserved TS! I love your clever and creative use of language. When I read some lines, like "Catechism against the cold" I was like wow, I wish I could come up with something like that. This will stay with me for a couple of days as food for thought.
Lines like , All fire resides It slumbers ever hungry give the piece a haunting, eternal quality.
Your descriptive language here is so stunning!
Congratulations 🎊 Top Story!
Wow. This is stunning. Feels grand and universal and intimate all at the same time, and your word choice elevates this whole giving philosophical depth. Expert work right here.
Alright, Madison… You just decided to come out swinging. This is the single best thing I have read on Vocal in a hot minute. The slow deliberate cadence inspires as dread as much as the words. So many images and words plays that demand recognition: 1. Heralds of pending loss… 2. Of wicks not wickedness 3. Awakened from its slumber, given furlough from its dreams 4. Savior or destroyer, it cares not for mortal schemes 5. Clawed from the dark And the final line: Creator and destroyer, destined to pass the torch Chef’s Kiss. Great work man. Loved reading this. You have a gift for images that carry weight and arrive with kinetic and psychic (Not the eebee-hokus pokus stuff, but the really physiological sense of things) impact.