A single strike of a match,
Brings flames,
Gently licking the edges of the wood,
Attempting to have it become ash.
The heat beats off of the golden orange flames,
Onto my face and hands,
And I accept the feeling of warmth,
Of comfort.
The crackle of the flames,
Brings echoes throughout the night,
And as I take in the aroma around me,
I realize that,
This ever so gentle flame holds power,
The power of heat,
The power of destruction,
The power of life.
That was really good. I liked how you did the power of... at the end. good job
ReplyDeleteThis was really good! The lines were thoughtful, and like Natalie said, the ending was really cool. Nice job
ReplyDeleteYou did a very nice job on this, but I don't get what it's about.
ReplyDeleteI liked it. It is kind of ironic that this piece is almost the exact backwards way that Montag views fire in Fahrenheit 451.
ReplyDeleteYou did a nice job with the repetition in this poem especially at the end.
ReplyDeleteThis was really good! I like the last three lines and how you use repetition. It was also cool how you compare fire to life. Great job!
ReplyDeleteI liked how you portrayed the simple, more commonly known, parts of fire, and then delved deeper into its mystery.
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