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Prompt #48, It’s Post Your Poems Day!

April 6, 2011
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the art of making fire

Feeling a little “toasty” yet? Did you rub two sticks, start a bonfire this week? (Maybe your already feeling warm, those of you participating in the April NaPoWriMo poem-a-day activities!) Did you watch the videos? Did they simmer something about fire for you, or simply did you go off wandering on the theme we suggested for you? Fire is both literal and figurative symbol essential to us, to life itself, reflected from the earth’s own molten core to what our bodies do with the food we consume each day, not to mention the range of feelings thus invoked.

So catch your poem breath please and tell us what you wrote this week.

Don’t have a poem yet? Perhaps read a few done by others here, be inspired. There’s still plenty of time to discover a poem for yourself!

Leave the links to your poems in the comments of this post, then go visit your fellow writers’ sites and read their work. Remember to leave only positive comments in the spirit of sharing and not critiquing. We look forward to reading your poems!


Please remember to include a link with your blog poem post that links right back to here, this “Post Your Poems Day”, so that others reading your poem can also share in this community poem experience – maybe even someone new to We Write Poems!

If you are new to WWP, please be welcome to look around and read. The full prompt description you can find under “Recent Posts” on the top right of our page.

  1. April 6, 2011 12:26 am

    I felt light-hearted and metaphorical this week:

    Thanks for the prompt, as always.


  2. Irene permalink*
    April 6, 2011 1:46 am

    Yea, toasted I am. As well as Napowrimo-ing.

    laundry & ironing

  3. April 6, 2011 1:58 am

    My first time here. I had so much fun writing these 2 poems for this prompt:-



  4. April 6, 2011 3:25 am

    Actually I rather like half-baked science poems, or at least what they make me think of next.

    the gentle art of making fire

  5. April 6, 2011 5:05 am

    Older piece but definitely on prompt,


  6. April 6, 2011 6:01 am

    In the post it’s the one called Firestarter

  7. April 6, 2011 6:17 am

    I had fun with this prompt, trying to blend art and science:

  8. April 6, 2011 6:44 am

    No fire in my lines 😉

  9. April 6, 2011 7:36 am

    Been so busy with NaPoWriMo challenges that I just didn’t get the chance to write a fresh one! But I have two (written to other prompts) that kind of fit from the past several weeks, so here they are:

    Aesthetics and Here Comes Prometheus

  10. April 6, 2011 9:32 am

    Here’s my offering for this week’s prompt:



  11. April 6, 2011 9:33 am

    Whoops! Wrong account. That was my alter ego again 🙂


  12. earlybird permalink
    April 6, 2011 9:49 am

    My first time too… here’s my contribution

  13. April 6, 2011 10:19 am

    Thanks so much for the prompt and for your help in inspiring my Minding My Haiku.

  14. April 6, 2011 4:29 pm

    Off topic, but it is my NAPOWRIMO piece for today, Day #6… Shuffle

  15. April 6, 2011 5:07 pm

    Hi Neil — if you want to let your WWP contributors know, if they have the urge to write a poem each day during April, National Poetry Month • AND • they want to post a link each day to the poems they wrote — they are very welcome to do so over at Writer’s Island… certainly not at the exclusion of linking here weekly at WWP, but in addition to. We are NOT suggesting prompts during this NAPOWRIMO on the Island, but we are opening a “Free Write” post each day for the purpose of daily linking. If you don’t want to pass this along feel free to delete this from this comment section. Thanks Neil… 🙂

  16. April 6, 2011 6:35 pm

    A poem I posted this morning, just noticed it didn’t take”

    marian Veverka

  17. April 6, 2011 6:55 pm

    i am glad that i am able to participate in this week’s prompt….. here is mine we write poems. firemaker

  18. April 8, 2011 4:46 am

    I’m baaaccckkkk. And how have all you lovelies been. Thanks to everyone for all the emails and cards. The flowers from “you know who” were beautiful, almost as you are.

    Flirty Bird

    Kisses for you Flirty Bird. What a way to go!

  19. tally permalink
    May 6, 2011 12:45 am

    That now,
    because we have learned of the fallacy of this ‘world’,
    we may raise as a strong wind, mighty in all our ways…
    and that control is now ours..
    But a secret comes in through the window carried by a breeze,
    control no longer exists.
    And we sigh into the trees and REJOICE!

    And so we arrive…
    to that place long kept in a distant past.
    We trespass against our lives,
    and our Knowledge is left behind, no weighing us down!
    Yet, we ROAM where we may,
    And only breathe that good air.
    The threshold of this is our beginning.

    And so..
    we come quaintly across a rock…
    OR meet sharply against a boulder..
    And we BREATHE….
    Take in what you will, grasshopper.
    Enjoy observing the wonders.
    Do not lose yourself, be warned.
    And then maybe the rock is moved,
    or you hammer away at the boulder enough to get by,
    but there’s more than a few slivers stuck in your head.
    And you’ll go on…
    Keeping all acknowledgment away..
    And when you’ve gone on long enough that way,
    You’ll have convinced yourself the rock no longer remains
    embedded in the rivers of your skull
    and the need to dirty your hands in it, subsides.

    And When will that time come when the constraints of this world will be lifted?
    Not as I roam the hills,
    not until after I’m buried far beneath the ground. And maybe not even then.

    And There…
    Can’t you hear the beat of the drums in the wind?
    The tall trestles of trees,
    the leaves below sounding the marching feet of men in battle,
    as the leaves above sway the victory flag of their destruction
    and the blossoms decorate their uniforms,
    until the days when their pendants of lunacy fall
    into the rotting piles below
    We can see the enemy.
    For it is we that our Mother fights…
    And we see why.
    Because with our metal war craft, we have made it clear which side we’re on.
    Mother no longer receives us at death,
    for we are not a desirous kind to be returned;
    or a deserving one.
    The fire that we flamed will give us to the sky,
    our last, unwelcomed venture, a welcomed exit.


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