| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 01/14/15 at 09:58 PM I like the write and am too fascinated by fire as I believe to some degree we all are except of course for those who fear it. I love staring into a camp fire and watching as each log burns, tips, or falls and the embers spit and sputter. |
| Posted by Linda Fuller on 01/15/15 at 01:42 AM ...sexy... |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/15/15 at 03:27 AM Interesting poem, neatly conveyed. Reminds me of the burning school house fireworks we or better my parents would set off on special occasions. We kids would always cheer seeing the cardboard school house catch fire from the Roman candle fastened/standing in the middle of it. |
| Posted by Scott Utley on 01/17/15 at 11:15 PM Holy schmoly - where'd 'ya come from kid? Brilliant here. PERFECT ... |
| Posted by Scott Utley on 01/17/15 at 11:17 PM Oh yes - b t w - i was one little arsonist growing up in nyc ... every year after christmas I would light all the trees in the alley way up - burn baby burn ... nah they never caught me - i always blamed it on Marty Kelley... |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/11/15 at 12:17 PM I can almost see it. How wonderful of images such as you present here, to avail themselves to words. |
