Flame

Flame

A Poem by QC

I am the

                        delicate

 

flickering flame in

two cupped hands

                       

never

 

to be looked at.

One wrong breath,

A sigh,

A whisper,

 

And I,

In no way,

                       

lived.

© 2010 QC


Author's Note

QC
what does this mean to you?

thanks for reading! :D

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A beautiful piece. Subtle yet very clever and thought provoking. In a sense it shows you how gentle and kind people can be but that sometimes people can be different to what you thought. And that we should live, be ourselves and burn brightly.

Posted 13 Years Ago


to me first thing I think of is a budding relationship that hasn't come to fruition. It began as a flame but fizzled out before anything more can become of it...interesting and thought provoking, I like that.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I think it shows how delicate someone can be...

Posted 13 Years Ago


I love how this inspired the readersthis really mean different things to different people, to me, it means live without care or love, thats what I think. Of course others can have many different thoughts as well!

Posted 13 Years Ago


To me this poem represents a life that has never been lived over protected and sheltered treated delicately a very interesting poem I enjoyed the concept well done

Posted 13 Years Ago


It means what it says..It could be a flame..But it could something very sensitive, delicate, fragile holding onto weak grounds and can fall off quite easily..Interesting writing..

Posted 13 Years Ago


Fantastic as usual! I love how the write and left sides combine but are seperate.I have attempted and failed at this several times:)

Posted 13 Years Ago


i too like the way you parsed the poem... with the words delicate, never, lived, on the outskirts... sums up the poem. Well, to me the poem reflects how fragile a person can become when they have "never" lived, when they stay isolated. Staying isolated, as if within two cupped hands, or perhaps a child who is over protected, too sheltered, can become so delicate, so that the smallest thing feels like it could take you out...
What were you thinking of when you wrote it?
I like it very much, it's beautiful! Short, to the point, nice metaphore.

Posted 13 Years Ago


i think its like an acceptance of not really having the perfect life, but then realizing that at least it WAS a life.

Great job! :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


To me. This means like, "I was alone, no one wanted me. No one saw me and I just never seemed to exsist."

Posted 13 Years Ago



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