Fire

[symphony]

My eyes, running through the series of
pictures of fires gulping down the cities,
made my mind stop in its own track
and take a minute to gulp these tidings down.


Something like a sigh
started to creep up through the veins,
and was stopped by the mind
now running again, and was poured
back into my seething self…


For whom do I care?
Faraway people choking in thick
black smoke, for houses and families lost?


Have I not had my share of sighs?


Right across the street down there
a hundred have-nots lie choking
in this clear blue night.
No known fire
has burned their homes, and yet…

A few walks ahead,
keen and painted, and yet unnoticed
in the cornucopia of city colors,
two women with lush red lips
awaiting customers stand.
No known fire
has burned their hopes, and yet…


Something like a tear
started to climb up the throat,
and stopped in its way
as the black clouds from San Diego
filled the news clips in my hand,
and filled my soul again…


I saw the fire feasting on---
the flames dancing
over blazing houses,
over blankets worn to rags,
over nails painted red…


The sighs came then,
a single tear fell down, upon
the open newsprint shots,
in a desperate hope to douse
all the fires in the world
burning souls.

24 October 'o7

[Virgil]

You are developing such a smooth voice Symph. I like it. Here's my favorite stanza:

A few walks ahead,
keen and painted, and yet unnoticed
in the cornucopia of city colors,
two women with lush red lips
awaiting customers stand.
No known fire
has burned their hopes, and yet…

A side note: If only we could eradicate such poverty. And we can and hopefully will.

[blazeofglory]

My eyes, running through the series of
pictures of fires gulping down the cities,
made my mind stop in its own track
and take a minute to gulp these tidings down.


Something like a sigh
started to creep up through the veins,
and was stopped by the mind
now running again, and was poured
back into my seething self…


For whom do I care?
Faraway people choking in thick
black smoke, for houses and families lost?


Have I not had my share of sighs?


Right across the street down there
a hundred have-nots lie choking
in this clear blue night.
No known fire
has burned their homes, and yet…

A few walks ahead,
keen and painted, and yet unnoticed
in the cornucopia of city colors,
two women with lush red lips
awaiting customers stand.
No known fire
has burned their hopes, and yet…


Something like a tear
started to climb up the throat,
and stopped in its way
as the black clouds from San Diego
filled the news clips in my hand,
and filled my soul again…


I saw the fire feasting on---
the flames dancing
over blazing houses,
over blankets worn to rags,
over nails painted red…


The sighs came then,
a single tear fell down, upon
the open newsprint shots,
in a desperate hope to douse
all the fires in the world
burning souls.

24 October 'o7

Symphony, you really compose beautiful symphonies. I have read many of your beautiful poems. I believe the one who composes poems must be highly sentimental and sensible or else poems will not be born of ones.

One who can not cry at what ones see, pains, sufferings. I figure out how you have been sensitive to see people suffering pains.

Tell me whose poems appeal to you most. I too am fond of poems. Now Sufi poems appeal to me.

[ahsiam]

I like the poem pretty much, symph. I love the last stanza. I like the way, you glimpsed at these things. Actually many people doesn't get the time to. And in the environment like us........
Nice. keep it up.:)

[scarlet pain]

liked it very much
as usual your poems rock!
the second last stanza is so is so.............whats the word...........
so vivid and...cant describe it:D well keep it up!

[ampoule]

Symphony, this touched me deeply. Your sensitivity is really lovely.

[mazHur]

a nice blend of Eastern and Western sentiments
congrats!

[symphony]

Glad u all like it.
I didnt actually pause to think what I'm doing in this one. Didnt even mean it to be a poem. If it can be called a poem, then it became one on its own.

Thanks.

[gothic]

Sym,this is great.no,not 'great' again,I wouldn't want to disgrace this poem by using such a corny adjective.but this one,really took my breath away. and I'm very much familiar with this kind of feelings too.

I saw the fire feasting on---
the flames dancing
over blazing houses,
over blankets worn to rags,
over nails painted red…

this stanza makes me run out of words,really.

[symphony]

Thanks, gothic.
I earnestly hope u're not "buttering me up" though. :lol:

[firefangled]

So very moving, Symphony. It is the movement of this poem that stuck with me. Your perceptions in poetry have struck me from the very begining.

[PrinceMyshkin]

It's the seemingly irrelevant details, the homely details, that make this so real and so deeply felt!



Right across the street down there
a hundred have-nots lie choking
in this clear blue night.
No known fire
has burned their homes, and yet…

A few walks ahead,
keen and painted, and yet unnoticed
in the cornucopia of city colors,
two women with lush red lips
awaiting customers stand.
No known fire
has burned their hopes, and yet…

.....
I saw the fire feasting on---
the flames dancing
over blazing houses,
over blankets worn to rags,
over nails painted red…

[AuntShecky]

The penultimate (second to the last) stanza is the best.

[symphony]

The penultimate (second to the last) stanza is the best.
Thanks. It was at that stanza that i realised i'm writing a poem.

And thanks Fire and Prince.

[dibyendra]

Wonderful job Symphony.:thumbs_up I liked this very much. Really moving one poem.