Friday, July 20, 2012

Fire on the Lake



Rose petals fall among
tumbleweeds of dust blowing
into crevices, splitting
my imagination.

I saw fire on the lake flaring,
flat stones skimming
the reflections of flame dissolving
then refocusing.

I want to rhyme, she said.
I want to rhyme with dust,
not roses.

I reach for a bottle
of something but it’s empty,
consumed the night I saw
fire on the lake.

Seth Haines has a writing prompt Thursday – two different videos of the same song. Technically, we’re supposed to write something and submit it to Seth, but I decided to go ahead and post the poem I wrote here.

5 comments:

nance said...

good to see softer grip on the reign...

Seth said...

Whoa, Glynn. You dominated that prompt. Good work. Love it.

L.L. Barkat said...

Love this...

"I want to rhyme, she said.
I want to rhyme with dust,
not roses."

Hey, I love the white background. If you put brown-ish where that blue is, it'll match your book so nicely. :)

S. Etole said...

Looking forward to owning a book of your poetry one of these days!

SimplyDarlene said...

I like how I get something new from this poem with each reading.

Blessings.