Story #110 - Burning Shapes

A poem on the occasion of my brother's annual "Burning Shapes" party!

My Brother and Sister-in-Law throw this awesome annual party where they build weird and cool things out of scrap materials and then have a huge bonfire and burn them. A wonderful evening with a creative and talented group. I composed this poem in honor of the occasion, and append here a few pictures of my favorite shapes that people made:

Burning Shapes

These burning flames

Sing joyful names

Of Summer’s games

Upon us now

This forest dark

Awaits a spark

So let us mark

It with a vow

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To revel here

Defy our fear

Draw spirits near

Drink in the time

To watch the fire

Burn ever higher

And join the choir

To sing its climb

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We oft forget

When mid-duet

Before sunset

When days are long

In this ordeal

Upon a wheel

Nothing is real

But flame and song

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Summer will last

But when it’s passed

And fire is ashed

The song will cease

The dark will grow

The notes will slow

Our souls will go

To be at peace

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So make a choice

Now to rejoice

And lift our voice

While summer stays

Bask in the light

This fiery night

Feel no affright

Of later days

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Just dance and turn

And sing and yearn

And love and burn

Seek no escapes

We’re here today

Games still to play

And thanks to say

For Burning Shapes!

END

Thanks as always for reading my stuff, and a special thanks to Kjell and Erin for throwing this party! I hope everyone has a great week, and I will be back next Sunday with something fun (or, let’s be honest, another post about the ongoing miracle that is A.I.).