Let's talk about fire for moment.
It's beautiful, is it not?
I'd watch those flames for days.
Just as they surround the structure.
It collapses into bright yellow and orange.
Small pieces of ash reach for the sky.
I know I hold the lighter.
But I can't imagine anything better.
Fire is dangerous and destructive.
It brings whole forests to their knees.
Devastates families and their loved ones.
Leaving behind red coals.
After the smoke leaves we can start over.
Clear away the debris.
Build something new on top of it.
That is what makes fire so beautiful.
Hold hands in the shadows of flames.
Watch while my childhood home burns.
Start all over again and find peace.
That's why I love talking about fire.
About the Creator
Rabbit
I see the world a little differently than most. Even at a young age I was writing down what I saw but never sharing it with a soul until now. I'm choosing love over fear.
Smart phones, Humans and Aliens.
WARNING. I will be tapping into one of your favorite creative tensions: The absurdity of humans worshipping their glowing rectangles as if they were tiny oracles. There’s something deliciously poetic about that contradiction, and it lends itself beautifully to an instructive proviso.
By Novel Allen5 days ago in Poets
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