In this free verse poetry, “Tame the Fire.”
In this free verse poetry, I was a six-year-old girl. My family lived on a farm in the countryside of Hayden, Id. It was a perfect Saturday, the weather was cooler, we were heading into fall.
It was perfect for burning trash in the old barrel on the side of the old shed. I was watching my brothers burning trash when something horrible happened. Life can change as quickly as a shift in the wind. I’ll describe through words in poetry.
Free Verse Poetry: Tame the Fire
At five and seven what did they
know of fire?
Nothing until that day.
Sticks and a barrel of flames.
Of fire that eats flesh, leaving you like
a sun-dried raisin.
Running, and laughing with fire,
it loves the wind and cloth.
It eats cloth.
It ate my brother’s leg.
He ran screaming, running from the
flesh-eating fire.
I ran too. I ran to get mother.
Mother was “the fire tamer.”
Mom threw him upon the
ground, like a rolling pin.
Rolling him back and forth,
like she was rolling out bread dough.
Bread she would make every Saturday.
Mother snuffed out the flesh-eating fire.
©2017 Linda J. Wolff
|Tame the Fire|
Urban free verse poetry
What is a Free Verse Poetry? Typically patterned by speech rather than meter, this form of poetry is very open to the author’s discretion and usually does not rhyme. Visual and sound effects are often employed. It can have as many lines as the writer wishes.
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This could also be an ekphrastic poem for The Ekphrastic Review, of describing life among stars.
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I always look forward to reading your poems!
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Awe, Lynley! You’re so sweet, dear friend!
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Superb!
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Thank you! Have an awesome day!
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That must have been terrifying for a child. Lucky your mom knew what to do.
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It was. Yes, she was great about that!
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What a story, well chosen words to interpret this poem. Thanks for sharing Linda.
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Thank you, Sharon! Hope you have an awesome day!
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Linda, I read this last night, however the fire in my head demanded that I rest. A beautifully laconic poem, that depicted your frightful event so vividly
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I so enjoy your words.
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Great imagery, Linda! You truly have a way with words.
Here is an excerpt from one of my pieces:
It’s the midnight hour, yet I’m still searchin for the light.
Seeking a righteous path; peering across dark alleys. No time to be contrite.
Back pedaling… procrastination weighs a heavy price.
Hold on tight!
I’m at a crossroad of sorts. Another day squandered… so at midnight I seek remorse.
In solitude I dare to pick apart my flaws. Channeling the depths of my deepest thoughts. Wasted talent, loss of ambition. Shameful cliffs…I’m drifting.
In fact I’ve fallen numerous times. Never afraid to rebound and continue to climb. Twilight conflictions summon moments of reflection. Truth sipped in gulps.
Tough to swallow but sweet for the soul. Honest critiques with no ill intent, just warning to self.
Thinking at the midnight hour. Wonder if all you can be is where you are at this instance.
Since when did when become now? Time passes, moments become memories while the future lies in our presence.
Satisfied or still striving?
Thanks again for sharing! Feel free to follow me here: https://asanemansinterventionpartone.wordpress.com/
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A wonderful writing from you as well!
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Thanks, Linda! I hope you get the chance to follow me.
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Nice 😊 please read this poem https://bleedingthoughtsweb.com/2017/10/24/the-day-you-left/
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