some matches burn out
igniting nothing
but themselves
some matches burn
your fingers
some matches
kindle a flame
some flames burn out
some flames last a while
and then burn out
those hurt too
some flames
become a fire
that never burns out
to find your flame
you have to strike
some matches
/ / /
This poem was written to the 2012 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day One prompt at Poetic Asides.
NaNoWriMo word count for day two: 3669.
Oh.My.Gosh. I love this…the progression was perfect. 🙂
*\o/* GO! RICHARD! GO! 😉
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