Thursday, September 20, 2018

Wildfire Comments

Rating: 5.0

It starts with lightning, tinder, and a gust.
Smoke-jumper teams, at this stage, may contain it—
clad in Nomex, ‘chuting down to dust
they rip along the fireline like a bayonet,
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John Beaton
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Susan Williams 24 September 2018

P.S. Did you read this poem for the recording above?

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John Beaton 24 September 2018

Hi, Susan. Yes. I write for recitation as much as for reading so I have most of my poems memorized, including this one.

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Susan Williams 23 September 2018

My gosh! ! ! ! My heart is pounding cuz you are making me feel like I am there with those firefighters and I am not brave and I don't want to be brave. Excellent writing! Too excellent! ! My heart is still pounding from all the realistic details surrounding me and I do not want to be a baked potato ever. A million trembling 10's for this superb piece of writing!

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John Beaton 24 September 2018

Thanks, Susan. It's a delight to find that someone has got right into one of your poems to this extent. Thanks for taking the time to comment in such detail and so graciously.

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Kostas Lagos 20 September 2018

An example of what we call a well written poem! 10!

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John Beaton 20 September 2018

Many thanks for the gracious comment, Kostas.

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