Wednesday, January 8, 2014

A CERTAIN KIND OF HOT PASSION

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Never thought heat could freeze me,
but warmth doesn't always soothe
when it's hungry, turned to flames,
angry to engulf all in its way.

So I stood, motionless
watching deadly dance
of men jumping rooftops
to fight fire with fire
of their own passion.
Within them, a firewall
made fear impossible.
Within me a gratitude surreal
flickered a little understanding
of courage, its blindness

It wasn't me they rescued that day,
yet I felt I'd been saved.

(Submitted to Poetry Jam.)


When I saw the prompt, this memory came to me.  My office in the South Bronx, N.Y. was higher and across the street from two buildings that had caught fire.  I was mesmerized, as were my co-workers.  We could feel the heat through the windows and see the power of the flames.

The firefighters were relentless and so brave.  This elevated the respect I already had for them.  Luckily, no one was hurt.












17 comments:

  1. Mirror neurons - we are made to feel for each other, as you well express here :-)


    ALOHA from Honolulu
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  2. Scary line of work, that of a firefighter.

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  3. wow getting to watch them at work...had to get the heart pumping....and i bet you felt relief too when they succeeded...truly firemen inspire me...smiles.

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  4. They are heroic every single day. Good poem, Myrna. I lost my little store on the ocean to fire, with all my worldly possessions. It was our home and our livelihood when the kids were small. And I didnt get any insurance money - big corporations know how to Not Pay when they have a young fool who knows nothing to deal with. I didnt see the fire, as I was at my mom's. It was devastating but the main thing was we were all alive, it didnt happen when we were inside so I was grateful for that.

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  5. excellent, very powerful and an amazing picture of courage and fearlessness.

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  6. Such inspirational and just plain hard work. They have my heartfelt respect.
    And I loved your poem too.

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  7. You have made the experience come alive in this poem, Myrna. I can feel the HEAT in this poem and how the experience would 'freeze' you as you watched the firefighters. They are such brave men, aren't they?

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  8. oh wow... i can imagine what an impact that must have had on you... the feeling saved yourself.. i'm amazed at how brave they are...never seen them that close fighting a fire yet...

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  9. How brave of those firemen to fight fire ~ I too will be frozen and motionless in my spot ~ I have seen houses burning from afar near our home and it terrifies me to death ~ Good one Myrna ~

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  10. What a life-changing experience. I went through the same thing in college when our apartment building burned. Luckily, my unit only had smoke damage, but still, it's scary.

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  11. Overwhelming ... I have witnessed several fires in my life. Your poem beautifully describes the emotions I experienced.

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  12. Great first two lines! Must have been so scary to have been so close to the fire that you could feel the heat!

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  13. Heart stopping. isn't it? To think that there are people that feel the overwhelming urge to get that close and intimate with raging fire is just amazing to me. I have great respect for their courage and knowledge ... good write!

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  14. What an amazing scene to see--one does wonder how they do it. Raging fire is a scary thing.

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  15. Your poem helps me appreciate their effort. Thank you!

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  16. Sounds like a scary situation. Glad you were safe.

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  17. An intense memory that anyone who has been through the trauma of a housefire can identify with...

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