FirewoodA Poem by Kelli Wyatt 1-6-10 11:58 PM Winter again.
"Is there enough firewood?" It starts again. Starved flames. They lick at the air. Lick their lips. Their thirsty lips.
"We're out of firewood." A growling belly. She will perish. In the cold.
"The flame is dying." The soft voices. They cry. © 2010 Kelli Wyatt |
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Added on January 8, 2010 Last Updated on May 3, 2010 Author
Kelli WyattWA, JapanAboutI started writing free-form poetry in high school. Most of my poems have darker themes - those are the personal ones. If they have a lighter theme, chances are it was a contest prompt of some sort. .. more..Writing
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