06 August 2009

Tinder



Your arid words drop off
A dry tongue and crackle down
To the earth. They land
Beside, atop, among one another.
Piling up.
Your hot desiccant breath
Scorches the air,
Sparks oxygen in the atmosphere.
Dangerous tinder.
Scraps of speech
Lie below in want of combustion.
In the desert heat of everything you said,
Flashpoint is near.
One more burned noun,
One more overheated adjective
Is all it takes
To ignite.

This photo is from my sisters blog. The poem is a little darker than anything I've put on my blog before. But, you know, flames are hot. Comments, suggestions, etc. are, of course, welcome.

9 comments:

  1. I like the poem, but I think I need to snap a shot of a much more menacing looking fire. That fire is too neat and tidy for the poem.

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  2. I like this one, too. I'm currently writing some short stories based on pictures or artwork, so I'm excited to see someone else doing the same!

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  3. the power of words :)
    Enjoy the potluck!

    http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/

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  4. so great. you can feel the tension building!


    Luna


    http://lunawitch15.wordpress.com

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  5. Thanks, Mia.
    Only my sister read this when I originally posted it.

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  6. powerful write.

    A++
    Thanks for the support.

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  7. nice analogy...your tongues certainly start many fires....

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