Burn Out

A revision of a previously published poem, in syllabic form

Flint to stone, creates the spark
Flick of hope, to light the dark
Grow a torch, from powdered ash
A fruitless...and futile task
Strike the stone, to no avail
Embers die, the damp prevails
Flame-less spark, no fuels ignite
A portrait of Loves' still-life

Reviews

[Aidz]

Very kewl write, I like this simplistic form of word play

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

Guess it wasn't meant to be.
Nice flow in this piece.

[patricia]

Brilliant flow, and a great feel to this. Thankyou