flickering flame—
fading fast—
cannot outlast
the endless expanse
of nebulous night.
light—
no matter how bright—
cannot survive
scrutiny’s snuffer.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, November 15, 2025.
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Each of us a light that flickers too fast. None of us will outlast the night. Yet in another light, light associated with wisdom or knowledge too comes and goes changing day by day to fall into the dark of ignorance and no matter how bright it might seem at the time it will be snuffed out as more knowledge comes. So well done in metaphor that leaves the reader to wonder which metaphor to choose and maybe it is all that need to be considered
Soren, this landed beautifully. The way you traced light as life, insight, and fading knowledge…that’s exactly the tension inside the poem. Your reflection lingers with me. Truly appreciate you, my friend. 🕯️✨🔥🙏
You are most welcome Tristan it is a pleasure
Dearest Tristan I’ve enjoyed your written piece, this definitely is short and very interesting whereas informative. You’ve done a flamed way with words 🥂
Dearest Kiki, this is such a generous response…thank you. I’m grateful the little flame in this one connected with you. Your support always lands warmly, my friend. 🕯️✨🔥🙏
Your welcome my dear T 💯🥂
I'm drawn to the candle, like a moth to a flame. The subtle ambience of the picture beautifully sets the stage for this thought provoking poem. The properties of light are fascinating; whether it is fleeting, or tenuous, illuminating but for a moment, or brilliant, casting aside all doubt. You really made me think about this one, and I love it.
Bella, this landed with such warmth and depth…you saw the light, the fragility, the momentary glow, and you named it with real care. I’m grateful for your presence here, my friend. Always. 🕯️✨🔥🙏
Good write T. No chance of Ol' you-know-who flickering out. lol.
Thanks O! Not a chance in hell freezing over...but if that happens 🤮 and don't answer why! LOL!
That Ol' P is overdoing it on our comments! But he won't stop! heehee.
So not withstanding the above conversations/interpretations Tristan, what was in YOUR mind when you floated this metaphor (which I admired for it's conciseness and brevity, but left me with my lack of empathy for the metaphor....)😜
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