Read Left to right, top to bottom.
phrases wrap around.
Done in Microsoft Word.
I was inspired after watching routine broadcast burning up north.
Not particularly written about one deer but I had a few in mind when I was writing the rough drafts at 3 am.
You can probably picture one now. The 'loose cannon', the 'misunderstood rebel', 'the timid doe', the 'tragic past' or merely the 'lonely antagonist' whose minor infractions or 'strange behaviors' can lead to uncontrollable chaos and fan the flames of inspiration for the community. Negative or positive they surely make an impact.
Happiness and calm is fine and dandy, but where would be the diary entries, the poems, the pictures, the passion, the camaraderie without the occasional wild card to stir things up for a short while?
I attempted to convey it all with the simple image of a flickering flame run amok.
When contained they stimulate new growth and rejuvenate the dormant.
Carelessness, however, can lead to long lasting wounds that spread beyond any one person could imagine.
I was also thinking of the forgotten at the end part.
Those characters that had, or did not ever get, their 15 minutes of fame.
The deer whose players were so passionately infatuated with but soon became depressing or tiresome to play.
And, like the flames, their enthusiasm smoldered until they lay forgotten and dormant.
I figure I failed quite badly at capturing all that was reeling in my head so I just wrote it out; it is, however, still a nice sounding little poem about fire.
So I decided to suck it up and post it anyway.
And yes, it does not rhyme.
