Writeaholic

Liquid fire burn
Thunder boom and water churn
Teach us what we need to learn

Survival of the fit
Survival of the strong
What this means
Is ever so wrong

Delicate the blossom is
But the burning match
Will wilt
From a watery splash

The flower will flourish
In the glitter of a storm
Will pull on through
The howling mourn

Admit your fear little flame
It is not the storm to blame
Or the blossom to soak up your fear
But the way you live is through our pain.

So drench your fire
Must be done to live longer
To burn on brighter

mjk

i really like those first two lines, the simplicity of them. reminds me of the scene with the three witches in macbeth.

and the last stanza i appreciate the sentiment and enjoy the image.

i will say the rest of the poem doesn't do that much for me. there's not much to feel outside of the first and last stanzas, but there are some great images. perhaps i'm just not feeling this correctly. don't take this as a harsh critique, as it's not even really a critique, just more my thoughts while reading. thanks for posting it.

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Writeaholic

I agree with you on that statement, mjk. I do like to keep most of my poetry simple, I think it works a lot better than if you get to wordy.

But I agree with what you most had to say: Most of my poetry to is simply imagery, and I haven't been able to write a lot lately so I just wrote it down before I forgot it.

Thanks for your honesty .