Written after finding a candle that had just been put out.




The flame is now no more, although I did not see it die,

gone it’s calming sheen, I feel loss yet don’t know why

and grieve for once soft vibrate scene .

For I could watch forever such shimmering sensuous sway,

the sultry merge aura of it’s red through blue teasing play,

atop leafless wax flora.

A final wheeze of wispy charcoal smog from blackened wick,

a brief vapid scent, semi liquid fingers drip down then stick,

along a candle now spent.

2 thoughts on “THE CANDLE

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