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Strike a match
Watch it flare
Burns away
The little stick
Then a sharp pain
And you drop it with a grunt
“Our fingers are going to be completely callused and scared by senior year”
Jokes Bobbie
New pack
Take one
Strike it
Sparks but no flame
“Crap cardboard”
Fingers inch against the pink
Strike again
The same fingers fly backwards, experienced
As it erupts
Taught by past incidents
Then fold the packets cover back
And put one of the edges
Of the uniformed fold
Against the flame
It hisses and you watch
Totally transfixed
Until they are all lit
By the chain of match heads
And then watch
Until they are gone
And only the plastic-coated cardboard
Is left melting
Against the nubs
Then drop it
Grab another pack
“Don’t waste the whole thing
this time”
“It looks cool once,
but it only lasts a second.”
“Individual matches last longer”
I agree
- by i-Roisin Dubh-i |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/24/2010 |
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- Title: Strike a match
- Artist: i-Roisin Dubh-i
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Description:
Quick autobiographical type poem
Inspired by "Nothing to be scared of" which has not been posted yet.
It was a movement away from the ‘pressured speech’ style of poetry I'm using lately.
Ratings are appreciated, comments are loved. - Date: 07/24/2010
- Tags: match fire pyro individual burn
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