In rage, red hot fireball
On the skyline ablaze
Emits its rays, charring up
every thing caught, to charcoal
adding to night, thick ‘n black
Lest I get burned up, red hot
sought cover behind you, cold
Rays piercing, rough 'n through
palms, trees, huts by shore
seemed, you, stand penetration
Cold you, I get cover behind
while standing thick and high
talking to fireball, red hot
with your eyeballs, blue and cold
Let me be covered behind you
your naked looking figure, cold
until we both are devoured
by the black night's thickness
Lest i get burned up! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A very passionate write......! Fire getting doused by another sort of 'fire'! Great imagination!
I am so thrilled to have my poems reviewed and commented by you, Valsa. Thank you for taking your valuable time to do that.
A delight to review your creations.well penned your thoughts are quite moving.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delightful poem makes me think of hot summer days scorched by the sun and cool nights under moonlight skies.
Thank you Chris for your comment.