‘untitled’

Now that the fire’s burning, I wonder

At this riotous dance of heat and colour;

Knowing I may burn if I move closer

Still lean to feel the fire’s persuasive power.

 

Now that the fire’s burning, I delight

In its heat and watch it crackle and spit

At the retreating armies of sad night,

And see the shadows of cold fear take flight.

 

Now that the fire’s burning, I realize

The wood will not burn forever and my eyes

See colours more intense, to try disguise

The wood that burns brightest before it dies.

 

Now that the fire’s burning, I submit

To its compelling brilliance while its lit.

By Theyiesinuo Keditsu

 

Haiku

By Subuhi Jiwani

I found this in my stash of haikus and wondered what it might mean if the trigger were another name for the shutter-release buttons on our cameras.

a trigger you are.
and I, much too dependent.
and this, so derived.