Solitary, wickless
you blew out my fire
i still burn
silly ceiling fan
you chipped my wick
maiden, naïve.
You forgot
my metal still tepid
ashy tad hung in air
you overlook
the smudge I left
in the cold night.
I stand tall
abut the pane
sunshine warming me
glowing
in myriad colors
no more lonely
no more gloomy.
you blew out my fire
i still burn
silly ceiling fan
you chipped my wick
maiden, naïve.
You forgot
my metal still tepid
ashy tad hung in air
you overlook
the smudge I left
in the cold night.
I stand tall
abut the pane
sunshine warming me
glowing
in myriad colors
no more lonely
no more gloomy.
9 comments:
It's good to relight the flame. Nothing like light to cut the dark.
@Jason Yes,always!:)
You’ve brought out the colors and warmth so well in this poem..
And thanks for visiting and commenting on my entry for Magpie34.
cheerz,
@Alakaline Many Thanx for dropping by.It was my pleasure to read your entry :)
you covered it, from top to bottom, from cause and effect.
wonderful metaphors, you have a rich source of feeling.
Dianne
@Dianne I am glad you liked it.
Thank you so much:)
A great verse. Here's to no more gloomy.
@Petty Thank you:)
Cheers!
What an excellent prompt - and what a splendid response! Two very fine pieces.
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