Years now seem
Like melting wax
Of a burning candle
Times now past
A marble hand
Its fingers tight
Upon the flame
A dying night.
Each moment pleads
To hours eyes
Dark indifference
Cruel skies
A blink to time
A warriors foe
A silent step
The world to show.
Its meloncholy veil
Its suffering breath
That reaches out
Promises unkept
Along the borders
Its winding roads
Its heaving chest
Its fallen rose.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Time passes and stops for no man. Here are some reflections. Nicely written
Brought to mind a time when I watched a craft process of making rose petalled candles. But I digress.🕊️🙏
thanks for read my friend, much appreciated, as always
Most welcome dear friend🙏🕊️
I really enjoyed this write Norman. The opening stanza really drew me in.
Nicely written - Syd
most kind, thanking you always appreciated
Good write N. I thought this was gonna be a poem about waiting for that bus: Years now seem... to have gone by since I been at this bus stop! lol.
it was due in 1976 but must be late lol
lol
Norman, what a haunting piece. The progression from fading candlelight to broken promises and the fallen rose creates a meditation on time, loss, and endurance that stays with the reader. It never feels hurried...it simply unfolds, image by image, until the melancholy settles in. Wonderful write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
most kind thanks for read always appreciated my friend
Good words Norman but that light will always be there for us.
Andy
thanking you for read always appreciated
beautiful write..
most kind, thanking you, much appreciated read
you are always welcome
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