What Kind Of A Poem?

[lizzytysh]

Firefighters dead
Terror, ram truck, no escape
Only charred remains.

© Copyright 2007, by Elizabeth Bacon-Smith, the author. All rights reserved.

This isn't clear enough. Three firefighters and six others. Don't know how to separate them out, but right now I'm too tired to keep trying.

Firefighters die
Car slams truck, escape over
Nine dead, charred remains.

© Copyright 2007, by Elizabeth Bacon-Smith, the author. All rights reserved.


~ Lizzy

Unless one of you guys can give me a compelling justification, I believe this will be the last time I'll be doing the Copyright thing. It feels somehow quite presumptuous to me, as though someone would want to use my particular arrangement of words . If it's about being granted permission from the place you originally placed them, I know if I ever wanted to place them elsewhere, Jarkko wouldn't deny my request.

One thing I want to say about what i've written is that getting the images that have stuck with me onto virtual paper has helped ease their continual recycling in my mind. They don't go away, but now they're not ominpresent, either. I'm grateful for that.

[Steven]

Hi Lizzy,

I've heard that there is a pine tree in the U.S. that is dependent upon naturally
occurring forest fires to open its pine cones and release its seeds. That even
bad stuff can result in seeds of life, creativity... good stuff, ain't a bad thing.
So, maybe some further poetry from you, as a result of the fires, might be
created, who knows? May good flow from all things, though.