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Lessons

Contributed by spike on Sunday, 26th January 2014 @ 06:47:22 PM in AEST
Topic: Grief






fire on the eastern ridge:
a smoking line of ill-content
that drifts into our calm surrounds,
and manufactures dark portent.

the clarion call of sirens sound:
take to flight, or take to ground?
stay and fight, or watch and wait?
hunker down, or evacuate!

the dissolution of our state.


the flames lick from
tree to tree,
an animate ferocity
that heats the land
to such degrees, that
bring the strongest
to their knees

for as the world turns,
it burns.


respite beckons, in its time
when hunger’s spent and fuel declined,
affording glimpses through the tears
that realise our darkest fears:
sifting through what remains,
we are alive, but loss is pain

like the hard lessons we learn,
from watching our world burn.






Copyright © spike ... [ 2014-01-26 18:47:22]
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Re: Lessons (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 27th January 2014 @ 06:26:03 AM AEST
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Well written, vivid and passionate expression of nature's destructive force.
One thing that struck me as I watched the bushfires on tv, was the unbreakable spirit of you Aussies. I hope there a lessons to be learned that may help to prevent such disasters in the future, but I fear the force of nature is, for the most part, beyond our control.


Re: Lessons (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Tuesday, 28th January 2014 @ 12:27:01 PM AEST
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This is such a charged write.Fire can be such a scary thing, I know I do not want to be around one again.I hope that you are ok out there?

Hugs
Michelle


Re: Lessons (User Rating: 1 )
by spud on Thursday, 6th February 2014 @ 09:57:40 AM AEST
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Hi Spikers,

The curse of life in Oz - much like tornado alley to those living in the firing line in the states.
We moan a lot here about our weather and the occasional disaster from heavy rain or snow,
but in truth, this is nothing by comparison.

Mother Nature - beautiful and deadly.

Keep yer head down, mate.

Spud



Re: Lessons (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Thursday, 3rd July 2014 @ 05:42:24 PM AEST
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beautifully written but absolutely terrifying to me, we
had a wildfire in this forest i live in, horrible fire, you
describe it to a 't, its raining here now or i'd be shaking,

hugs n' love nessa




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