Tag Archives: fire

A Light Embracing Ruin

A breath of entropy,
A bright glow,
A light embracing ruin.
Staring into flames I see,
Not much more than smoke.
I find a space that truth’s in.
In darkness, home.
The world’s alone.
Each orange one hugs the fallen.
The fire has me,
Enraptured to see.
A light embracing ruin.

No Use In Asking Ashes

Transcendent fire on the forest floor
Lifts one higher than before.
Not unlike dust in the wind,
Smoke curls in and out again.
Rising above the trees below
She sees the ashes she did sow.
And in destructions wake it seems,
A moment to take and slowly breathe.
The pale rose sunset against a sky too long,
Ushers in a dimmer dawn.
No use in asking ashes “What if?”
She lifts herself to give the sky a kiss.

Artwork by loish at http://www.loish.net

Fires of Conspiracy

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From those in power,
We are different.
The smell is sour,
The taste, a bitterent.
The throne ought be mirror,
Not what casts a shadow.
The occupant peers ore’,
Their hardened hearts to harrow.
In furrowed wakes behind,
They planted in the soil
And the dirt that is our minds
Seeds of greed that despoil.
Their labor; our sweat and blood,
Their currency; our souls.
Just one night, a violent flood
To overthrow their thrones.
But will we stand
Against the tide?
Our bloody hands,
Their secrets hide.
No more behind a face so strange,
We’ll find one more familiar,
Shown in the puddled rain
To be one that is similar.
The last dark night, the red dawn shows
Whose hands that did conspire,
Death and greed with war in tow,
In ash recently expired.
From those ashes who’s to say,
What tree we’ll see to grow?
We, the ones to prune today,
Decide beauty or thorn show.

As the Flowers so are We

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Born unto the floral
Delicate, fragile, fleeting.
Beautiful for a moment.
The next, wilting.
When shall they fall to fire?
When shall they be cut,
And cease to be?
Thrown to the stock,
To feed the fates that bind them.
Powerless to resist.
As the flowers so are we,
Unable to alter the forces that damn us.
Is that so evil?
All must die.
In our finite life,
May quality increase,
Rather than quantity.

A Sonnet to Burning Earth

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The dances of ashes as the flames fall,
Transforming into coal, so red, so warm,
From the corpse of the wood, no smoke at all.
No grey tail in the sky; none left to warn.
From a cradle of life, now darkness, death.
T’was our own hand, set this forest a flame,
Gave no thought to future, what would be best.
Our own hand set it, none other to blame.
“Is there no hope left for the burning earth?”
We wander wailing. How much do we help?
One finger lifted, to green we’d give birth.
What we do wondering about the self.
God’s green earth; we must care for our mother.
The same way, we must love one another.

Twice As Tired

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She’s twice as tired.
This is twice as long,
Through the fire,
She’s twice as strong.
One more try
And though she fail,
She’ll try to stand.
Back to the trail.
Another failure
And lessons learned.
One more bridge
Needing to be burned.
Twice, no three times
More she’s tired.
She can endure.
Having been through so much fire.

The Burning House

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She was the one who was painted with ash,
Caught in the flames, she knows there’s no escape.
All the walls around her suddenly crash,
There is no worry, that with her she takes.
She doesn’t run. It’s she who set fire.
And now not caring if she lives or dies,
She walks outside as the flames expire.
Knowing he’s in there and dead, she won’t cry,
She’ll search the ashes looking for his ring,
He was the one to leave, now he’s to blame.
She must be certain with the dead he sings,
That he won’t rise and haunt her from the flames.
Sitting down on the curb, waiting for lights
Of red and blue to take and end her life.