Can be benevolent though more than likely malevolent...
Burns without regard for life or limb,
Intelligence it possesses though it is quite grim,
It is comprised of a kind of malevolence,
In no way is fire a benevolence…
Fire attracts the mind & eye,
To stare at it is quite meditative,
Do not though let it fool you,
It does of ones senses tend to belie,
If you allow it, fire will make you terribly die…
I like how you got out of your usual and moved into describing a phenomenon that we all know so well, use, honor, and fear. To be cleansed by fire is terrible indeed.
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
carelessness and arson...your verses tow the line
and made a great poem.
Always,
Deborah
Ron
Michael D.
Love ya!
Jane