The flame

Life is
the flame
of a candle
that dances merrily
until time
snuffs out.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The truest words, I read tonight. We are like candles. Feeling so strong and a wind. Can kill us off. Thank you Andrew for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[carl]

The wick charred and bent, the wax puddled and sucked up into a stream of heat and light creating dancing shadows across the ceiling and walls, then the pulsating flicker slowly diminishing until the last sputter and plunge into darkness. "“Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and is heard no more..." Shakespeare - thanks for the post, enjoyed your vision. -carl

[JD Major]

Yeah, time, the old double-edged sword, the healer of all wounds, and the ultimate snuff.
Brief & to the wick-ed point, Andrew :)

[Neville]

....... and time is something to set your watch by & mark it until the candle is eventually snuffed .. snuff said sir :)