fire
bright inferno
or
dull flicker
Catches the eye
won’t let go
it dances
and laughs
and spreads
its
ecstasy
but
somesay
its joy
is dangerous
and painful
and
treacherous
because
when fire departs
only
only
black ashes
and memories
are left
smoldering
with the grief
of a lost happiness
or
perhaps a life
but
just maybe
just perhaps
there is
a fire
blinking
flickering
growing
in
everything
and everyone
and
when the fire
engulfs
the person or thing or place
or animal
they, them, us
are together
as one with the
love in us
and around us
Or
perhaps not
This is my attempt at a free form poem.
