Treasure Island

Atticus Mortimer

(September 7th 1995 / Greensboro)

Tinder


A spark,
igniting a tinder box,
for the millionth time,
the rage exploding,
like a fantastic fireworks display,
the neighbors all coming out to see,
the young man,
burning in rage,
in fury,
almost quite on fire,
a blaze of emotions,
white hot in his heart,
The man blazes,
while she throws more tinder,
on the fire,
setting his fire bigger,
ever angrier,
ever brighter,
His only hope is that one day,
she douses the fire,
with care and love

Submitted: Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Edited: Thursday, January 30, 2014

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  • S.zaynub Kamoonpuri (2/24/2014 1:36:00 PM)

    Woah the fire of fury that the provocative ones flame! I liked yor fascinating poem. Thumbs up.
    Do pls review mine latest too, on selectin relaxation. (Report) Reply

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