I was watching the bonfire and the sparks that fly from it. I was also helped by the lyric that was stuck in my head at the time :"all sparks will burn out in the end".
I suppose it's really about death (not that i know anything about that)


Spark

A winged drop of sun catches an empty breeze
Weaning from the coloured black in knotted hops,
Like some burlesque queen stripper working nights,
To sit on the morning dew but blow out and choke.

A winged drop of sun caught an empty breeze
It hit the shit and fucked out and died biting.




Poetry by Frederick James
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Written on 2006-06-01 at 13:56

Tags Fire  Spark  Death 

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Pamela A Lamppa
Very strong in yoru words for the short life if a spark. You gave a simple thing such depth.
I liked this very much. ~Pam
2006-06-02



You work fast!

The opening lines are a dream movement...
'knotted hops' is a curious image.... then contrasting that with the stripper then then pastoral visual of morning dew.... beautiful.
I feel the moistness seeping through the seat of my jeans.

The last line was rather strong in comparison to the previous, more lofty lines.

Good stuff. Freds
2006-06-01