Fire

Respect the fire.
It has no conscience,
though its tortured soul,
a refugee from hell,
aspires to brighter heights,
leaping, lapping,
swaying, crackling,
climbing upon itself
toward heaven,
past the moon and sun
in search of a sanctity of stars.



©Charles Ghigna

9 comments:

  1. I like that 'aspires to greater heights'-interesting way to say it, but it's true. Thanks!

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  2. Like Linda, I like the line 'aspired to greater heights', too.
    It's a lovely poem, thank you.

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  3. My goodness! Especially love the commanding first line. Thanks for sharing!

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  4. Thank you all for your comments. To add to the fire's (and our) need to continue the journey, I tweaked the final line last night, revising it from "a final sanctity of stars" to "in search of a sanctity of stars." I tend to believe that nothing is really ever "final."

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  5. I didn't realize that fire had such ambition!

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  6. I love watching fire, and this describes fire's fascinating motions perfectly..

    "leaping and lapping,
    swaying and crackling,
    climbing upon itself ...
    ...in search..."

    I will think of this poem next time I'm staring into a campfire.

    Violet N.

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  7. I love the "sanctity of stars."

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