Tea-lights

Striking a match against the grains,

With a flick of the wrist I hear the fizzing sound.

That small moment of joy, creating fire on a whim

I flick my wrists again and again, the moment always fading,

I inhale the smoke nostalgically.

 

Walking around the room with my matchbox,

I light the candles one by one.

Beginning with the three on the mantle, the four on the coffee table,

I stumble upon the box of tea-lights and I light them too,

Placing them with the others, switching off the lamp,

I meditate on the sea of lights.

 

On my own in the contrast of light and shadow,

I lose myself as I focus on the flickering.

Forgetting memories, forgetting feelings and words,

I am as thoughtful as these flames,

Blowing out the candles on an impulse,

I linger in the darkness, waiting,

But for what I can’t recall.

Author's Note

Any feedback would be great :)

Reviews

[Neon]

A poem of your life .. the moments of yer life you've nicely captured into the words and well expressed the feeling of yer heart through this piece. Very bright poem, I liked the theme. Beautiful work once again.

[CreativeStroke]

A mysterious ending... intriguing!

I liked your style with this piece. It had a chilling sense about it; gave me goosebumps with the eeriness behind it. Loved!

[littlewhitebird]

I really liked your final line; it left the reader with a cool, chilling sense of the unknown. I also found myself able to relate with the beginning, which is always a nice touch.

[Gracie.M]

Thank-you :)