Rage in the West

By Richard L. Provencher

Wed, 28 Jul 2021
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The fire is on

a rage

of destination

 

eschewing skeletons

and other

innocence now

shards

of outer skin into

burnt dust

 

and the wind

ts pushing its feral

companion-

a haunting glow

 

determined as a plow

with an agenda.

 

Relentless.

Overcoming.

Destroyer of woodsy attire.

 

 

Certificate PG
Poem
Words that Matter
Nature

Comments

Submitted by Di_Hard on

I thought this was very strong, I hope this is not written from your own experience, and that you have no fear of fire near you? They must be terrifying.

The first part, where you end on "destination", conveys a horrible sense of a kind of sentient motivation, reinforced later by "agenda". I really like the third part, with "pushing" having a wind sound but also action, and "feral" in one word describing a light not cosy from windows, or safe like street lamps.

Is there a typo "ts" in third part? I sympathise with you having computer troubles :0)

 

Submitted by MarciaMarcia on

My...I felt the rush of destruction, the heat of it, almost the smell of burnt skin. Such a catastrophic destroyer, unstoppable...fire. 
very powerful poem as if you were in it. God I hope you weren't. 
thank you Richard L Provencher       Marcia Marcia