A lone candle burns
Slave to the breeze
Bobbing and turning
Heart on its sleeve
The dark night portrays
Shadows to cast
On lonely walls secrets
Engrained in the past.
A room to attention
Invisible soldiers in line
A ceiling thats flaked
Splattered with wine
Curtainless window
Reflection at ease
With shadows that dance
A phrase on its knees.
In terror or wonder
Nightmare or dream
Deep in the flame
Words inbetween.
Lips that do mutter
Tangled within
The deepest of reaches
Memories begin.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments3
This poem has a most haunting quality to it and feels a bit dark and ominous in nature. Very nicely written
appreciated, many thanks
Something about candles and their singular light amid a dark world. Beautiful! 🕯️🕊️🙏🏻
very kind, thanking you
Most welcome 🕊️🙏🏻
Really good imagry and rhythm in this. Nice job.
many thanks
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