I talked into the fire

I talked into the fire.
I screamed out, all my frustrations into the raging flame,
a near silent reaction to my pain.
I needed catharsis and maybe a listening ear.
The fire was quiet, but for a few crackling noises,
as it slowly burned down.
Just a few crackling noises, to remind me,
that it was still there.
As it slowly licked and consumed the wood,
the same way that my troubles were consuming me.
I sobbed by the fire,
a sharp contrast to the element, in front of me.
I finished my lament and walked away.
The fire said nothing.

Author's Note

What do you think?

Reviews

[Desert Knave]

I think it's beautiful. I tend to vent alone till I feel better, and a fire would be a perfect place to do so. ~Jim

[Light and ashes]

Thank you so much.

[Buddhistboy73]

mm...this is an intriguing write....
You engage the reader with the metaphor of fire....and how this can relate to emotions....

Sometimes we need to vent our spleen as they say and this is an interesting idea.....the fire said nothing.....I liked the way you ended this poem...

Thanks for sharing..:)

BB73

[Light and ashes]

It was more of something I imagined,
Instead of something I actually did,
But writing it,
Did kind of help,
al little.

Thank you. I'm glad people liked, this piece.

[Mauricio Montoya]

Brother this is deep in many ways, Fire is man's first weapon before he learn to speak, but love how you fire to describe in everyday life because we'll lite the fire for what ever mean but when it dies its our demise,
Thank you for an Excellent write

[Mauricio Montoya]

Love the end because when its done just a pit when we walk alone.

[Laz K.]

some write all their troubles and unwanted thoughts on a piece of paper and cast it into the fire. poetry does that figuratively, in a way. it's catharsis, purging, therapy. :)

[Light and ashes]

The whole point of this, was to feel like that..
The catharsis, of it all..
Which I desperately needed.

Thank you.

[Ted Kniffen]

There is something about fire that is healing. Not those wild out of control fires burning out West, but the kind that linger in the fireplace on a cool evening ... drawing the senses toward the warmth.
Fires can roar or whisper but they seldom reply to queries ...they are patient listeners to unburden oneself of those day to day troubles.

Well done.

[Light and ashes]

Yes, fire can be very healing..and honestly, so are wildfires. Think about, how things grow back after. They grow back, vigorously.
Thank you for stopping by.

[Wesley Dingler]

I think this is one of the best poems you've ever written. Though it doesn't last long it shows a mature rage and release that can only come with age and trials. I thought of someone screaming into the fire as if their screams were releasing demons into the furnace which feels nothing for anything anywhere but can only consume. Let it consume that rage. And so it did and bore no apology for it.

Absolutely beautiful.

[Light and ashes]

Thank you. I actually did not think of that, but it does make sense.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I don't think the fire really needed to say anything. I think its presence was enough...the few crackling noises gave peace and the lament was finished and thus the frustrations.
j.

[Light and ashes]

Thank you. I always appreciate a visit from you.