Of pure a flame when still the night,
when undisturbed the noble quiet.
A hope reborn, a bud of light,
a yearning burns a candle bright.
Leave melting wax to weep and dry,
like ancient tears, solidify.
The last adieu, to reason, why?
The flame forbids to bid goodbye.
Consumed the dark, rid night of fear,
come closer to the flame, my dear.
And let the light come commandeer,
what loved and lost to reappear.
To wither with the waning glow
and yet the flame won't let her go.
To crave the light, a love bestow,
alas, when doused but darkness know.
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Author:
Tony Grannell (
Online) - Published: July 30th, 2025 04:02
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Comments5
A most lovely love poem where metaphor so nicely captures the quiet passion and burning desire that separation puts out. So many nuances in this imagery light, dark, the burning, melting, the solidified wax tears of time gone by. The process of aging as the candle (withers) but the flame won't let go. O how we cling. And the darkness that comes with the loss of love. Another fave
Thank you ever so much, Soren, your review is lovely.
Best wishes,
Tony.
You are most welcome Tony
love it
Thank you very much, Tony.
All the best,
Tony.
You're welcome
As someone who remembers candlelit power cuts and mixtapes on cassette, your poem struck a chord between fleeting light and stubborn longing. What does the flame remember that the darkness has forgotten? And how might we give the candle its own voice to tell us why it refuses to die? Such beautiful wanderings.
If flames could speak, arqios, that' the wonder. Your lovely response is most appreciated.
Do take care now,
Tony.
You too, Tony🙏🏻🕊️
Here is the beautiful symbolism of candle light, soft and gentle, evoking memories of a dearest love. Every lovely line a quiet remembrance. Exquisite!
Delighted you found this one exquisite, Bella and your response is very much appreciated.
Here's hoping you have a lovely day,
Tony.
Wow, this poem has blown me away for it's perfection in rhyme and the imagery it has created, I've seen the candles burn out yet a most humbling sense of tranquility. Beautiful and I'm truly honoured to have read this. A piece of timeless art. 🌹
I absolutely love your first stanza, it's music when l read it out loud. Kudos.
Hello, Teddy,
Your response is lovely, valued, welcomed and very much appreciated.
Wishing you all the very best,
Tony.
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