October 13, 2008
By Fiona Mahjoor, Palos Verdes Estates, CA

The surest way to break a man is to kill those he holds dear,
to burn down all that holds him up, to replace his solace with fear.
Thus man has come to fear the fire which dances and incinerates
And its inconsolable hunger which growls the songs of fate.
He fears losing what is old in exchange for something new
But for all things that destroy, these words are true;
The flame that burns and leaves things dead
creates new paths for man to tread.

The author's comments:
A child I knew died in the fire that burnt their home.

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This article has 2 comments.

Markm said...
on Oct. 28 2008 at 6:59 am
Sorry to hear of your loss. Your poem is moving and powerful in its imagery, that even the awful flames may spark a glimmer of hope. Keep up the great writing!

ksc said...
on Oct. 27 2008 at 7:35 pm
Fiona, This is so beautiful and so true. There is one change I recommend....replace the semi-colon with a colon. Keep up the inspired writing


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