Campfire

A Poem By Heather // 1/23/2012

Curl

    Wisping

        Twist

Smoke rising from a campfire

Lick

    Devour

          Ash

Fire rising from a branch

Wave

    Rustle

        Whirl

Branch rising from the wind

Push

    Moving

        Float

Wind rising from a fire

Smoke

    Ash

        Twisting

            Float

                Repeat

Campfire

Comments

I love....

I love the set up of the poem....how you ended with one word and then picked up that word again....smash of brilliancy.

Bernadette | Wed, 01/25/2012

Thanks Bernadette!

Thanks Bernadette!

Heather | Thu, 01/26/2012

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And now our hearts will beat in time/You say I am yours and you are mine...
Michelle Tumes, "There Goes My Love"

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