Poetry Challenge Week 38
So... we're technically a week behind because I took a week off to hang out with kids in my favorite place, Camp Bethel, and it was great. Anyway, here we go, trying to write poetry again.
Flickering and Glowing
Soft and Controled
or
Raging and Hot
Consuming.
It jumps so quickly
from the comforting light of a candle
to the rage of a wildfire.
Only a moment.
Do not awaken desire.
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