The Magic of Fire

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Why?
Why am I drawn to it?
Is it the light-
The warmth-
The promise
Of change it holds?
This- it is like nothing else.
I can create it,
Mold it,
But not control it.
Eventually, it becomes its own
Entity.
Beyond my power to restrain,
Gleefully devouring everything
In its path.
The sheer
Destructive
Force-
It kindles something
Within me.
My own wish, aspiration, dream-
To burn
Burn
And burn,
Cleanse the impurities
And fill everything with those
Flickering flames.
Start over,
A Phoenix
From the ashes.
It is never the same,
Always changing
A mesmerizing
Metamorphosis
Of life and death.
So why am I drawn to it?
This warmth,
This light,
This promise-
Of life of old
And life of new-
At once a constant
And a variable.
This magic-
Of Fire.





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hyperactivemayfly This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Mar. 29, 2010 at 6:01 am
yeah, there were no available pics of fire when i posted it, so i had to settle or lightning. i'm still sad about it though. but thanks for the compliment! (yeah, that lightning thing was totally unrelated but i figured i should put it out there)
 
*StandardToaster* said...
Mar. 21, 2010 at 2:02 pm
this is really meaningful, i love it!!!
 
lunaEccentric said...
Mar. 15, 2010 at 8:17 pm
Wow. This is so cool... I mean hot?
How ever you describe the best poem about fire I've ever read... You seem to have a knack for this element thing :) )(Then again, I've only read "Raindrops" and this...)
Great!
 
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