A poem re: FIRE from three perspectives...and thank you for the prompt, because otherwise this wouldn't have happened. Cool.
Although it's a tad melodramatic. Okay, maybe a lot melodramatic. hee
I was attracted to your fire
Long before I burned my own course,
Poaching myself with something existentially void--
A material pursuit, a ring, a charm.
But your mind was made up,
As natural as it sounds.
I wanted to float through your deserts,
Basking in the eternally lame nature metaphors
I can no doubt keep making up.
I burned your self-portrait, you know--
Watching your wise eyes finally melt.
Regret looms like smoke on the hill over that
What was I thinking? Just that I must burn.
My soul's heat needed to spread,
Or maybe yours would contain it.
Either way, I managed to stamp it out,
And you did not survive.
You gave me back my pieces.
The wife may have had something to do with that.
My son's eyes now burned in my direction,
But you are the wind, the rain, the ocean.
I hold my breath and sink into you now,
Eternally consumed--another cliche.
But the flame attracts me too much
To pretend I am anything other than winged.