Friday, October 1, 2010

Magpie #34...first for me!

My first magpie on Willow's prompt.

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
in myriad colors
no more lonely
no more gloomy.


Anonymous said...

It's good to relight the flame. Nothing like light to cut the dark.

Erratic Thoughts said...

@Jason Yes,always!:)

Alakaline said...

You’ve brought out the colors and warmth so well in this poem..

And thanks for visiting and commenting on my entry for Magpie34.


Erratic Thoughts said...

@Alakaline Many Thanx for dropping by.It was my pleasure to read your entry :)

Dianne said...

you covered it, from top to bottom, from cause and effect.
wonderful metaphors, you have a rich source of feeling.

Erratic Thoughts said...

@Dianne I am glad you liked it.
Thank you so much:)

....Petty Witter said...

A great verse. Here's to no more gloomy.

Erratic Thoughts said...

@Petty Thank you:)

Dave King said...

What an excellent prompt - and what a splendid response! Two very fine pieces.