Jesse Rowe Poet Sonnet

The Fate of Fire

I am the fuel that stokes the flame
    a fire burning hot and bright
        With purpose I will make my name,
    and choose the path that I ignite

My reach will touch all that I see
    so fierce the heat of fervent torch
        that borders melt away from me
    as bowing low, they peel and scorch

How grandiose all I've designed
    Such intricately fashioned form
        Yet comes the day when I will find
    my rugged flame, once bright and warm

Grows cold and dark - utterly burned -
and find myself to ash returned.

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Richard Thomas August 30, 2018 at 9:19 PM Excellent construction, phrasing, and imagery. This is a trivial thing, but I think that in the closing couplet, "burned" would more closely rhyme with "returned" than "burnt." Jesse Rowe August 30, 2018 at 10:12 PM Yes. Such a simple change that I can't even fathom why I didn't do it that way initially. For some reason I think I thought burned was 2 syllables. Thanks for the comment and advice.