Fire

Fire

A Poem by Alessander

 

                                              



                 It was there heating
                                            sloping cavernous craniums

                         It was there illuminating
              marble hallways

         It was there immolating
                              witches at stakes

                                     Its fierce essence
                          frightens wilder-beasts

                                   Its memorizing radiance
  lures moths to annihilation

                       When in love, we often become
             both wilder-beast and moth

                When we are children, we learn
             to leap back from the flame

                               When we are old, we are rolled
                 into iron incinerators

                                    And every day between
   We are encompassed by suns
                       We are consumed by flickering passions

                                  We set-off firecrackers
                           for amusement

    We light candles
                                     to measure time

         Veladoras to whisper
                                 to gods

        Fire is Life

                                      Something in us will
                                            forever burn.


© 2014 Alessander



Author's Note

Alessander
The format came out a little different, but I'm tired of trying to fix it. Should I leave all caps out? As always, any input, reflection, reaction welcome.

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vast imagination you bring into play here and utterly helped in drawing several images in my mind as I was reading your poem. This is rich with wisdoms and utterly touching in so many ways.

' And every day between
We are encompassed by suns
We are consumed by flickering passions ' FAVOURITE

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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I feel your words. Personal experience and all that. On a week long excursion in the Louisiana woods a knowing sociologist looked at the women and said 'do you know how to use a flint and steel?' We were living in 1864 that week and at our age we would have known a time before matches. I can't tell you how many times I've wondered if I would be able to cook a necesary meal because a pouring rain made a fire near impossible. We are spoiled and lazy in these modern days. We flip a switch, we grab a flashlight and if all our modern conveniences were taken away - we would be pitiful, crying souls. Not able to take care of the smallest things that we now take for granted. I think some of your reviewers were a little too harsh. I don't find the matter cliche. I find it elemental. I see the spark. I like the flickering lines. And something in the suns and candles speaks to the poet's heart who always looks for light.

(I found I was incompetent with the flint and steel, but my daughter learned)

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

4 Years Ago

I came back, I read, I saw. I wrote a poem called "Revival" once after I spent a weekend at an 1805 .. read more
Hmm. This makes me think of the ancient philosophy that humans had a constant fire burning within us to digest our food. Ever since the dawn of time we have utilized fire in so many ways, so many meanings.
Your words ring true wisdom in this piece.
Favorite section: "When we are old, we are rolled
into iron incinerators
And every day between
We are encompassed by suns
We are consumed by flickering passions"

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

dont really like the structure of the poem but I like that it reminds me of a flickering flame other than that it was a good poem that I liked a lot :)

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The format looks good not distracting at all. My eyes were dancing reading this haha. The descriptions were great because there were so many, but more would be better too. The one about the witches was my favorite and the ending.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Keep the caps, they work well with this format. We can describe fire in so many ways, along with any other simple thing these days. But fire is something more mreaningful than just a stool or a morning view from a window. It has a dark past and a questionable future. Fire is powerful and it conquers all.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Loved it! Great imagery! :D Awesome write!!! xD

Posted 6 Years Ago


Absolutely love it! The imagery conjured leaves the senses reeling. A wonderful write. :)

Posted 6 Years Ago


wow! who has the jagged pencil shoved up their....wow!

Posted 6 Years Ago


Ah yes...the golden "Reviews"...I see it lol Yup! Nuff said! xx

Posted 6 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ha Ha, I was about to send this message to "Reviews"

I rarely respond to reviews, but if you can be more specific Reviews, then I would appreciate it.

But he was shut down. Oh well. There used to be a much cleverer reviewer, Michael Bauer, ahh those were the days...

http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/mikebauer/344888/

But, we do have a second opinion, like in life, and I have no problem sharing my infallibility with everyone. so here is a more discerning review.

"It is a joy to be back to take a look at some of your stuff, Alessander!
Here are my thoughts on your poem 'Fire'.

A very interesting flame-shaped poem here...quite a few lovely touches that you have given here. It is not an easy topic to write on, not the least because it is a very common one. All in all, a pretty consistent piece of writing. Two lines stood out for me.
"When in love, we often become
both wilder-beast and moth"
I think the genius of Alessander lies in these lines. The rest paint a pretty picture, but these two are sublime.

If I had to be very critical, I would say that this poem is a flame alright, but it flickers. Like I said before, the lines are consistently good, but perhaps not as spectacular as the subject warranted. The spark seems to be missing in some of them, so to speak. I fell I am being rather harsh, but in fact I am only pointing this out because I know just how great a poet you are, and this poem only shows glimpses of that greatness. And I am too greedy to be satisfied by glimpses. I really don't want to offend you or anything, but I can't be all praise here, after having reviewed a verse like 'Persephone'.

I haven't posted this review for the same reason that you did not criticize my poems in public. I'll do so only with your explicit permission.
Cheers"

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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