Colors of the Flame

wrote this awhile ago, forgot about it :P

In the dance

Of the flickering flame

It’s so beautiful

The way it moves,

The way it’s strong,

But if a wind blew

It’s gone

 

To embers

To coals

And to ashes

From solid to dust

Beautiful, flickering flame

Turns and adjusts

But will never change

 

And in its end

As the fuel is all burnt out

Strings of crimson

Glowing embers of gold

In its last breath

Finally tamed

Behold

The colors of the flame

Author's Note

Thoughts? No meaningless reviews please! "Love it" is a waste of time for both of us, thanks (not trying to be mean here, I just get my hopes up only to read two words)

Reviews

[Sylvana]

Every time I see fire, whether lighting up a candle or if its a bonfire, I cant help but be mesmerized by it. This poem captures its beauty.

[Ezekiel Silver]

Great poem! I love how well the words flow so elegantly! Nice work!

[MandaBear]

Well I love it. This defiantly made me think of fire and how fun it is to watch it. I does make me feel like watching fire dance. great job :)