I see you now
In candles flame
Flickering beauty
A face thats framed
Deep within
A poets mind
Between two volumes
Kinder times.
Each incandescent
Blue yellow red
Changes in the air
Its silence bled
Each moment tender
Now unfolds
Private thoughts
Never told.
As if my soul
Was held within
The candle grease
Where do I begin
To grasp at smoke
From wick to rise
Unfallen tear
Is still alive.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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It is the middle stanza Norman that for me that catches my eye. The equating of thoughts with a flame color is unique and causes thought. Nicely written my friend.
thanking you, much appreciated my friend
My pleasure
What a tender and haunting poem, Norman. Memory, longing, and everything left unsaid remain quietly alive throughout. This carries such intimate sorrow...beautifully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
many thanks always appreciated
This evokes the nostalgic renaissance-style love poetry .
thanks my friend much appreciated
A fine write N. So we're still waiting for that bus, even by candlelight. lol.
Morning afternoon and night, no sign yet lol
Light is always there in our lives Norman, sometimes it goes out but it will always return.
Andy
thanks for read my friend much appreciated
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