Conditional

sorenbarrett

Wish the spark that can ignite a fire if it falls on dry tinder
If a word that puts out the flame and its spread does hinder 
Should a wish fall upon hard stone soon it will burn out
If and wish weak words in a poem without proper care become a doubt
Never a word of wet wood that without heavy heat will not burn
Should and could wet wood (would) one is to spurn

Comments +

Comments12

  • Teddy.15

    Feed the flames of passion, that's how I hear this, without passion we are left with ashes or soggy wood good for nothing. Love this 🌹

    • sorenbarrett

      Thanks Teddy for your read and comment. The conditional tense wets the flames of passion turning into could be.

      • Teddy.15

        Exactly 🌹 when one has passion anything is possible

      • nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

        another powerful write my friend

      • arqios

        Here is a rhyme that unconditionally relays the conditional. 🙏🕊️

        • sorenbarrett

          Thanks my friend always taught that the conditional tense leads to a conditional tense and no results. Appreciate the review and comment

          • arqios

            Most welcome dear Soren 🙏🕊️

          • Salvia.S

            Love the grammatical wordplay that actually means something, about the wasted potential. Wet wood should burn, could burn, but without heat it won't. So you spurn it. Ruthless, but honest.

            • sorenbarrett

              Thanks so much Salvia I am so glad that you recognized this in the write much of the intent of the piece works off of this distinction. Your words are most appreciated.

            • orchidee

              Good write SB.

              • sorenbarrett

                Thanks so much my friend it is most appreciated

              • Kevin Hulme

                If the Will is there: then anything is Possible.
                Well Said.

                • sorenbarrett

                  Thank you Kevin for the review and comment. Indeed it is.

                • Paul Bell

                  What a great analogy.
                  Wet wood will surely kill off any spark, and a plank to the head will render any guy senseless.
                  Still, we are triers.

                  • sorenbarrett

                    Thanks so much Paul for the read and kind words of support

                  • Syd

                    A very clever, powerful write. Very much enjoyed.

                    - Syd 🍄

                    • sorenbarrett

                      Thank you Syd for the read and comment your kindness is most appreciated

                    • cellinic

                      A nice and deep write. One is to agree with most of thoughts expressed in this piece of work, I presume, my friend...

                      • sorenbarrett

                        Thank you Cellinic for the read and comment that is most appreciated

                      • Goldfinch60

                        May those wishes never die out soren.

                        Andy

                        • sorenbarrett

                          Thank you Andy for your kind support it is most appreciated

                        • Tristan Robert Lange

                          Soren, what a thoughtful piece. I love how you build the poem around fire as both possibility and responsibility. The imagery is simple, yet it carries a deeper reflection on the care we should give our words. Wonderfully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

                          • sorenbarrett

                            Thank you so much Tristan I do so much appreciate your support my friend

                          • Durdica Porobija

                            A parabolic metapoetic poem. How to value weak words and how to diligently nurture them – these seem to me the questions that remain unanswered. These are probably the doubts that haunt conscientious poets.

                            • sorenbarrett

                              Thank you so much for the review my friend. Your most astute observations are most appreciated

                              • Durdica Porobija

                                You are welcome.



                              To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.