Tuesday, 24 July 2012

Poem: Flare go off

{when I travel I write, here are some poems]

Flares go off like Rockets shooting up into the sky - an immediate explosion, catapulting it's glare from vibrant lungs.

Flares fly with such power and force knowing an unknown destination weaving as it goes, incapable of maintaining a rigid path.

Flares are set free, only to use all their energy and burn into a million pieces - no sooner setting off and going up, fuming its energy then falling to the sky in little more than tiny flakes, just to be forgotten in fields, choppy waters and the relentless air.

Flares give us a moment of exasperation. Flares makes us take notice. Flares signal help

Flares signal help - a moment just a moment in time