Donna Golden Poet Rhyme

Firestorm

It started as a tiny spark
Once drawn too close to wayward matter
But soon became a swirling flame
Then rapidly, that flame did scatter
 
It seared each barren space between
Emptiness and life’s demands
It wasn’t long before the blaze
Was out of even watchful hands
 
It seared through time and reason
Purging appetites insatiable
Yet, it drove a deeper need
Creating want immeasurable






* This poem was inspired by the story of Tristan & Isolde.

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Linda-Marie Sweetheart November 12, 2009 at 5:09 PM Beautiful moving piece, Donna, as beautiful as u are inside and out... u are most welcome and it was my pleasure to write your tribute... u have been an inspiration to me since I joined the Soup a month ago.. I could have written more .. did not know how much room I had to extol your virtues... U are a blessing... luv Linda-Marie, P.E.P.S. "Sweetheart"

Tim Ryerson November 1, 2009 at 8:57 PM Donna...I think I see where this beautiful piece comes from in both ways...romance is a true firestorm...I have only heard of the story, but I do know that "Tristan and Isolde" by Wagner is one of the most beautiful pieces of music ever written...this poem soars just like the music does - Tim

Brittany H October 30, 2009 at 4:55 PM I love how you captured the moment. It's true how it can start from must a tiny spark, just like the things that go wrong in our own lives. Great work! I have a question, do you know how to start your own contest? -Brittany

Abe Lopez October 9, 2009 at 6:22 PM excellent write, we get inspiration from many places....... a writers eye is always searching!

James Fraser September 30, 2009 at 1:56 PM Donna, excellent rhyme. It must be scary and heartfelt to see the flames slowly encroaching on ones home >> we should export our water from Scotland, my we have plenty >> James

Eleanore Bourner September 27, 2009 at 4:23 PM Great write, brings the poem to life.------Ell

Audrey Haick September 26, 2009 at 6:42 AM Hey Donna, Very good write. The imagery and rhyme is excellent! ...It seared each barren space between Emptiness and life's demands... excellent choice of words! I enjoyed it. Thanks for commenting on my work. Let's keep writing and sharing! Love, Ladybug12

Sue Mason September 23, 2009 at 10:04 AM Captured the heat and horror of fire and also reminded me of the California fires ... great writing Donna !

Dowell Oba September 23, 2009 at 9:00 AM Nice poem, with a step by step and effective description of a firestorm. I love the first line - started as a tiny spark... till out of watchful hands. Enjoyed it, Donna, thanks; and also for your comment in my poem.

Yoni Dvorkis September 22, 2009 at 11:56 AM Indeed I saw wildfires reading this and drew the connection before your additional comment. I also saw the Big Bang, creation of the entire universe, searing through barren space, started as a tiny spark, searing through time and reason, driving a deeper need. oh wait, I guess we don't really know why it happened...it just kind of did huh. Thanks for sharing your thoughts as always. -Yoni

John Freeman September 20, 2009 at 2:43 PM May the burn continue way pass the beginning spark, no? Smile, God Bless, Sincerely Moses

Carolyn Devonshire September 20, 2009 at 7:09 AM The "tiny spark" is a nice way to describe the beginning of a new love relationship. And, oh, how those flames can scatter. When a relationship grows this quickly, many people withdraw because they feel vulnerable. I hope your love proves lasting and "burns" forever. Bless you, Golden Girl. Love, Carolyn

Brian Strand September 20, 2009 at 12:59 AM Thanks for your welcome commnts today Donna.Rgds Brian

Raul Moreno September 19, 2009 at 12:40 PM Nice work Donna, I like to infuse several themes and mesh the togther, thanks for your apprecitated comments...Raul

Brian Strand September 19, 2009 at 12:50 AM Nice work Donna.Rgds Brian & thanks for your welcome comments today

James Marshall Goff September 18, 2009 at 6:46 PM in this poem I see a vacuum created by the aftermath of the "firestorm" leaving a void to be filled by reason and a deeper need...thanks for your kind comments, Donna!...jim

Ismael Nieves September 17, 2009 at 10:08 AM Oh such a fact is this, from a spark to an uncontrolable firestorm. Whatever the firestorm represents, I can see it wasn't or isn't easy. I wish you the best. Nice poem.

Carrie Richards September 17, 2009 at 7:28 AM Be it fire.....or passion...it can spread quickly out of control!!

Carol Sunshine Brown September 17, 2009 at 5:50 AM Thank you for sharing your heart today Donna. Love, Carol

James Marshall Goff September 16, 2009 at 9:29 PM enjoyable read! Donna!...jim

Krystal Cochrane September 16, 2009 at 8:54 PM This is wonderful. It's that delicious passion that can both torment you and satisfy deep cravings at the same time. You express it beautifully.