I sit closely to the open flame I can feel the heat on my cold face The flames are bright and blazing It burns so quickly so beautifully
I sit there watching as his picture burns I wish the flames would consume it slower So I could savor the moment a bit longer But it burns as fast as my anger does
I see his face slowly burn away The smoke rises quickly It melts almost His face slowly vanishes into the fire
The flames blaze!
And I sit quietly Thinking to myself Wondering Contemplating
My thoughts race My heart beats fast The knots I once felt burn slowly away His memory slowly fading
I sit alone The house is quite No lights on are on No sound is made
Just the crackling of the flame And the slow Steady fire growing brighter A magical moment
A bittersweet moment But in the end the flame consumes the picture completely And it disappears As though
Oh, I know you really hates him!
It's it right after your last poem?
It's seems a nice way to express anger on a person, burning the picture.
Great Poem with a nice expression!
thats is (in my humble opinion) your best piece..it's simply written but has a metaphor entwined as you burn the picture..I could see it all..truly a lovely piece
A very good poem. I like the feeling you create with your words. A lonely house and someone burning their memories away. I like the last line. I don't know if it is that easy to forget someone? A excellent poem.
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