Post by Fluory on Jan 15, 2008 11:04:45 GMT -5
To tame fire is to smolder it;
And ashes fair not against the world.
Instead, why not let the fire flit;
To let the colors be so swirled.
That is how anything shines –
From love to ambition,
Dove to competition.
Speaking in freedom’s lines.
But instead, restraint and hold,
Quiet what is bold.
Above in a voice,
To hold our choice.
Ashes shall fall in such a place,
Off a glorious face.
But should that be?
Or will that be a mystery?
Is it so that fire should be such a pyre;
That it may only be destruction’s sire?
Or may it guide and light –
And make life so bright?
And ashes fair not against the world.
Instead, why not let the fire flit;
To let the colors be so swirled.
That is how anything shines –
From love to ambition,
Dove to competition.
Speaking in freedom’s lines.
But instead, restraint and hold,
Quiet what is bold.
Above in a voice,
To hold our choice.
Ashes shall fall in such a place,
Off a glorious face.
But should that be?
Or will that be a mystery?
Is it so that fire should be such a pyre;
That it may only be destruction’s sire?
Or may it guide and light –
And make life so bright?
My personal views on life are showing. OH NO. Anyway. Hi. I feel like a cool dude for posting in this section.
This was just a poem for school. We were supposed to compare something simple to something complex. In poem format.
