Poem: Burnout

BURNOUT

Winds whip.

Flames dance-

Like a budding

Hollywood romance.

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.

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Energy bounds.

Directions change-

A fickle heart,

Desires misplaced.

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Short-lived.

Smoke drifts-

Wounded, scarred, burned…

A hot, sticky mess.

Smoldering Marshmallow
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16 thoughts on “Poem: Burnout

  1. Sandi Ormsby February 9, 2012 / 11:01 AM

    I love this…literally I’m often the victiom of “smoldering marshmallow” RATS! Did it again but most of the time- it’s a flamer and then you shake it to try and get it out and it flings across the ground… WATCH OUT!

    Ha!

    Sandi
    http://www.ahhsome.wordpress.com
    Lake Forest, CA

    • jannatwrites February 9, 2012 / 10:24 PM

      I’ve done that, Sandi! The only thing worse than a charred marshmallow is burnt marshmallow covered in dirt. I’m so picky about the results of my roasted marshmallows, I don’t even know why I bother!

      • Sandi Ormsby February 11, 2012 / 8:44 AM

        Me too! I like the act of roasting them and the idea of bonding friends/family…but never really want more than 1 or 2. Oh, and what about when it’s ready to go on the outside, but the inside is still not cooked and it all pulls apart? That’s always nice.

        Now for some reason, all I can think of is the Stay Puffed Marshmallow monster in Ghost Busters. 🙂 After they destroy him and they are all covered in goop. EW!

        I think you and I live in very similar worlds!

        • JannatWrites February 11, 2012 / 7:48 PM

          I think you’re right, Sandi – we do live in similar worlds 🙂

          There is definitely an art to roasting marshmallows…one which I have definitely not mastered. I may look like the Marshmallow Man if I practice too much.

    • jannatwrites February 9, 2012 / 10:25 PM

      Thanks, Phil! Figures the wind would kick up after fire got going 🙂

  2. nrhatch February 9, 2012 / 11:29 AM

    Mmm . . . yes, please!

    Cute poem, Janna. Sweet and sticky!

    • jannatwrites February 9, 2012 / 10:26 PM

      Thanks for checking out the poem, Nancy! A slightly browned marshmallow on a piece of chocolate in between graham crackers is the best.

  3. Carl D'Agostino February 9, 2012 / 3:20 PM

    desires misplaced = sticky mess. I get that and ain’t talking marshmallows.

    • jannatwrites February 9, 2012 / 10:28 PM

      Hehehe. Yep, that’s a sticky mess all right, Carl!

    • jannatwrites February 9, 2012 / 10:30 PM

      If you like them burned, I guess that’s a good thing, Tori! (My husband turns marshmallows into a torch and doesn’t stop the fire until the outside is all black and crispy. Ick.)

    • jannatwrites February 10, 2012 / 9:54 PM

      I think the burned marshmallow camp is a tiny one, Patti 🙂

  4. Debbie February 10, 2012 / 8:40 AM

    I remember toasting marshmallows over a fire when I was a kid. Your face turns hot and red while the marshmallow becomes a gooey blob. It’s a nice family activity, though I wouldn’t want to participate every night, ha!

    • jannatwrites February 10, 2012 / 9:55 PM

      It’s more fun to roast marshmallows when camping, but since we haven’t been able to go for a while, sometimes the backyard and some imagination can do the trick (if the wind cooperates! Thanks for visiting, Debbie 🙂

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