Phoenix's Poems

Fire

Fire

Burns, hurts,

Causes pain,

Kills.

And yet,

Children,

Teenagers,

Adults,

All gather

Around her.

For warmth,

Comfort,

Laughter,

Stories,

Light,

To roast

Marshmallows,

Sing,

Play,

Doodle,

Write.

A young child

Watches the

Colors flicker

Change from

Red to

Orange to

Yellow.

Tries to

Go Closer,

To learn,

To

Explore.

An older child

Is wary

Of the dangers,

But

Is intrigued

By the

Shadows

She creates.

Knows the

Fun

Of making

S’mores

And throwing

Sticks.

A teenager

Sits

Observing.

Roasting Marshmallows,

But

Paying more

Attention to

The flames.

To the flickering,

The colors,

The shadows,

The light,

The heat,

The dark.

The cold.

Waiting

For ideas

For words,

For letters,

For signs.

For anything.

An adult

Sees

The children

Playing,

Throwing sticks,

Roasting marshmallows,

Moving too

Close.

Sees the colors

The shadows.

But does not

See.

And fire,

She watches,

Turns to

Smoke

To

Call

For help.

She tastes

The marshmellows

The sticks

The packets

Made to

Change,

Add to

Her brilliant

Colors.

She waits.