Willma Washinton

Fire

Is fire what lets us live and love and be?
It with its flames it hypnotizes us,
I stare, it listens and with it I flee,
Away I go, into a cozy dream.

The fire, it burns away the lives ahead;
The houses and their contents lost to foe,
And even people as they lie in bed,
It is a dreaded curse from down below.

Here is a question we must come to meet:
Is it the foe, or is the foe ourselves?
So cold we are, without some sort of heat,
And sausages, they will not cook themselves.

But fire has beauty like a movie star;
We need to use the fire responsibly.

Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 13, 2007
Poem Edited: Friday, April 8, 2011

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Comments about Fire by Willma Washinton

  • Jerry Hughes (2/10/2008 4:41:00 PM)

    Willma, it isn't good form to compliment yourself, leave it to others if you want an 'honest' assessment of your work. Cheers, Jerry

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  • L W (9/16/2007 5:42:00 AM)

    OMG I was so touched by this poem it really open my eyes

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