Playing With Matches.

Eyes glisten

and

shadows come out to play

as the match strikes

and

the flame ignites.

A penny for your thoughts...

How many pennies will I get

before the flame

tempts you to drop

the burnt stick

to the ground

and

Silence plays

a prank

to darken the mood?

One maybe two?

Three...Think fast...two...No pressure...one...

Oh what the hell...

blow it out before you hurt yourself.

 

...............................

 

How many did I get?

Author's Note

just sumthin random i thot of during class.

Reviews

[Patrick Gerlits]

Sounds more like a limerick or a song.

You should try writing in one of those two styles for fun. Be interesting to see what comes out of it.

[Tom Q]

Focused thought is not a virtue easily had in the obsessive mind of the poet. Writing is the only relief at your disposal. Write it down before you burn yourself. The words left breathing at the end of the mental discharge is how many you get.

Profound piece, to me.

[Wildecat]

I liked this, a delightful poem with a good message.