Any poets here?

[Mattp311]

Not to presume that I am one, but I wrote this a while back:

Flicker

A match is lit and all he sees is fire.
In that moment before exhale and words
he senses apocalypse on a frayed leash.

Wide eyed, he trembles -
no movement, the world moves around him.
A gentle wind and beyond that, silence.

 

[terri]

Nice! We've had poets and other writers here. Maybe your post will chum them up again.

 

[snowbear]

There once was a hermit named Dave

um, never mind.