The Magic of Fire

December 16, 2009
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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
Beyond my power to restrain,
Gleefully devouring everything
In its path.
The sheer
It kindles something
Within me.
My own wish, aspiration, dream-
To 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
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...)
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