Flicker

[Adoran]

This is just a snippet of a poem. Given the content I think it works.


Flicker

A match is lit and all he sees is fire.
In that moment before exhale and words
he sense apocalypse a frayed leash.
Wide-eyed, he trembles.
No movement - the world moves around him.
He blinks;
a gentle wind and beyond that, silence.

I like the idea that this poem seems to develop; that this man has a vision, or desire, through fire there is destruction. I have the sense that this man is calm, and he is realizing his power. Very fun to imagine such a feeling. However, there is a little vagueness looming, particularly in the second line the last word "words". I feel like there is so left much hanging in that line, and the word "words" I want to know what words, or what thought that races in this characters mind. What is this moment to him? Perhaps you could remove the last word and put a quote. " blah blah" even if it is one word, a powerful word would give this poem what it needs.