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Poetry / The Fragility of Flames
Flames struggle,
flower, and in consuming time
must die.
We humans
grow gradually deranged
in the magnitude of the passing.
We decide to search
for forests
for kindling and for frost.
Confounded we watch
with wildfires’ brittle brevity
the smoke of ourselves
circulating
the fragility of flames
happening.
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The word ‘humans’ in the second stanza is not needed. The word ‘we’ makes the point clear and the use of the term breaks the feel of the poem. I am not sure about ‘frost,’ I might be missing the point. If it used to set up a dynamic between the fire and saying that people are looking for something other than the fragile flames I would drop it. The poem is short and the idea presented is complex enough with out trying to put anymore in. I like the idea of ‘brittle brevity’ but the alliteration feels forced. Overall good moving poem.
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