You are all fired up
sending flames of distress instead of cozy warmness
I question you
Why not colour this night with dancing sparkles?
Why not share your radiant warmness?
Why not show a smoky smile?
You answer in ardent movements
consuming news in abrasive outbursts
flaming this world’s blood reality
No more reminders of hunger
No more reading material
No more war photos
No empty tears
Your highly exothermic reaction
stops me from approaching you
Your explosion shakes me
Ignited red paper articles transmute into grey ash
Maybe you are right
We should all flame those words
SHOUT at passive acceptance
Question the deaths
NOTE: Tomorrow, 20th November 2014, we officially celebrate the 104th anniversary of the Mexican Revolution. Today it is difficult to argue that the country is in a position to have any celebration. I do not advocate violence, and do not propose to use it either. However, I do advocate a reaction, to not accept this reality, to fight for human rights, for security, for a stop of violence, a human humanity, peace.
I cannot say that I have been active enough… A poem can be a start.
Today’s fired-up poem got surprisingly inspired by a random choice of an adjective and a noun (pervasive fireplace) after Marina Sofia’s prompt at Poetics: Make the Abstract Concrete… | dVerse.