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Tuesday, March 3, 2009


Photo by Jim Pankey "WildSpirit"
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Suggested prompt...
Use a wildfire in your writing today.


Sheets of flame
Roar across the land
Searing everything


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~hon~ said...

My heart's in fire. Burning for the Almighty. A wildfire indeed.

Anyway, my boyfriend has been wanting to be a firefighter. I refused way back then since it can be dangerous to be one. I believe GOD let me undergo lots of trials to refine my character. My boyfriend has been trying to find another job with regards to his current job at a fitness gym. Earlier, it struck me, "What if GOD wants him to be a firefighter?" Then I suddenly pictured a wildfire because of all the wildfires that has been happening in the world. Not just any building burning but a wildfire. Somewhere in my heart, I was yearning for a revelation. Amazing when I saw your post on my dashboard. What can I say, huh? GOD has a purpose for everything.

Kristin Dombrowski said...


Thick, magical plasma
that glows, burns, and bends,
moving in strange patterns
like the vein’s of Earth.
It bubbles orange and red,
and turns shiny and black
when is slowly faces its
demise at the water’s edge.
It’s the hiss that satisfies me:
this underworld liquid that
turns to slag and sinks
to the ocean floor.

Dani said...

I met you and my heart giggled
It saw funny glasses and bad posture
It saw you slumped over your guitar in that ridiculous position
and it giggled

I said "sure" to you and my heart pondered
It saw bright blue eyes and smooth lips
It saw you fidget so nervously with your keys as you looked at the floor
and it pondered

I talked for hours with you and my heart took flame
It saw your passions and silly humor
It saw your love for things I loved and your past pains
and it took flame

I kissed you in my car and my heart became a fire
It saw your warmth and your potential
It saw you grab every moment and never take things for granted
and it became a fire

I said "yes" and my heart's fire wavered
It saw your differences and those things we'd have to work on
It saw your typical insecurities and your stubborn flaws
and it wavered

I spent years with you and my heart became a wildfire
It saw your willingness to try and your desire for happiness
It saw you do little things to show your love in your silly awkward ways
and it became a wildfire

My wildfire continues now
It becomes more and more wild
It consumes all doubts, worries, bad judgments, and stubborn prideful moments
and it burns brighter every day as I see you slump over your guitar, with bad posture and those funny glasses.
Its blaze smolders in every kiss from your smooth lips, in every gaze of those bright blue eyes
and the flame tells me
even more certainly
I love you.

morganna said...

Sheets of flame
Roar across the land
Searing everything

septembermom said...

Mighty wildfire raging with hunger.
Nervous reason fleeing for shelter.
Struggle to contain beast of flame.
Tears well as all treasures lost.

Heather said...

You can see him, the face in the fire; prowling, scorching the life that cannot find strength beyond his grasp. It's almost as if he's winking at life; this caniving enemy destroying earth and breathe. The days are numbered; only few, before his fire is put out...only few.