poetry
Yay poem that was written on a paper table-cloth with charcoal made by burning sticks in candles at my cousin's graduation party. Yeah. FictionPress was being funky and not letting me upload stuff, so I decided to post it here. So here it is. Enjoy.
watching a flame
on the end of a stick
is to see
the flame of life
that burns within us.
watching an ember
on the end of a stick
is to see
a mind working
like an engine.
watching fire
on a stick or otherwise
is to see
the parallels drawn
throughout the universe.
I actually don't like it much. Edited the thing twice and it still doesn't work right. :P Tell me what you think, please.
watching a flame
on the end of a stick
is to see
the flame of life
that burns within us.
watching an ember
on the end of a stick
is to see
a mind working
like an engine.
watching fire
on a stick or otherwise
is to see
the parallels drawn
throughout the universe.
I actually don't like it much. Edited the thing twice and it still doesn't work right. :P Tell me what you think, please.