Flame Speak
I had an uncle that
burned our trash
when I was younger
and he’d tell me
he was an expert
in fire
that he could make
a fire that burned so bright
that God could even see it
and here we are
making fires
hoping God
or someone
will see them
a cry for help
in this dark lonely
planet
where we waste our
time
killing each other
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I like the title. It seems that is our language at this point in time. The opening about your uncle is a great start and transitions well to the world. This poem stabs my heart.
Thank you for the comments. That’s what it fells like, a stab to the heart.
and here we are
making fires
hoping God
or someone
will see them
Such a great stanza, This speaks so much truth about all the insanity occurring.
Thank you!
this…is SO good.
Thank you.