Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Fire: Sonnet

The bright flourescent glare of the fire
Is burning down the redwood and cedar
Crackle, crackle never stopping to retire 
The orange, and red is your feeder 

Snap, cracking, burning fury, fiery
Screaming life has ended here in this place
No sadness, revenge of the diary
Never to vanish or to be chase

The rain pouring down to slow you to a stop
Agitated you revive back to life
Trees dead, you all slew, now its time to chop 
your anger is sharp, a sting like a knife

Smack, swoosh, fire gone, vamoosh but not totally dead 
Your wrath is not unkindled but merely widespread.

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