Matches
(whether wooden
or in cardboard
matchbooks)
usually look alike,
almost
interchangeable.
Human matches
rarely ever
look alike
on the outside,
but inside
all their souls
need
is a little
oxygen and
the proper balance
of friction,
intensity,
contact,
and they will
start a fire
and warm a
moonlit beach,
light a candle
and make the flesh of two
into one,
shine a light
and guide us
out of the darkness.
[For Poetic Asides November Poem-a-Day #novpad]
This is quite wonderful, and thoroughly enjoyable read. :)
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DeleteAwesome poem, I never thought of people as matches and it works so well. Bravo, my friend, Bravo *standing and applauding*
ReplyDeleteThanks and I appreciate your enthusiasm.
DeleteLove what you did with the prompt, poet friend! :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, anonymous person.
DeleteGreat theme, images, wordplay and metaphors. Love it!
ReplyDeleteAren't you sweet? Thanks!
DeleteI never met-a-phor that I didn't like, but your's is particularly good!
ReplyDeleteThanks, this made me smile.
DeleteAnd, need I point out, the best "matches" result in a bright and beautiful flame?
ReplyDeletehere is to hoping that we start a few fires...keep a few warm...and light the way for others....love it man...
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