A SHORT LIFE IN THE LIFE OF A CANDLE

The life of a candle

Burning so bright

Giving aid to those

From that wick of light.

Dancing  so gently

Its softness swirls

To currents of air

Its fragility exposed.

Playing with darkness

Flickering in the night

In a void of darkness

A small taper of light.

For that wick of a candle

Can burn so bright

With periods of dormancy

Prolonging its life.

Later extinguished

Snuffed out in the night

The wick of a candle 

Fragile in its fight.

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

"A SHORT LIFE IN LIFE OF A CANDLE"
Andrew Mitchell,
The sweet warmth of energy freely given. Not to be taken for granted. We are like that. Our hearts are tenuous. We burn with hope, desire to give and receive but we also just get tired, just like this story of the candle.
This is the line for me:
"for the wick of a candle
can burn so bright
with periods of dormancy
prolonging its life.
Later extinguished
snuffed out in the night
the wick of a candle
fragile in its fight."
Boy this poem really gives familiarity with the state of the human condition and heart; even soul!
Blessings,
Kathy

[andrew mitchell]

Originally two separate poems Kathy which I finally combined. Thanks for reading. One of my favs of mine :)

[Bear]

Again the master of simplicity works his magic and crafts a work of literary art. The workings of your mind are a pleasure to read, they always shine a different light of understanding that lingers in your readers mind long after devouring your work. The more of your work I binge read the bigger fan I become :~)

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Bear, sorry its a late one!