My candle burns at both ends,
Hell I must be good,
My candle burns in mid-air,
Not on steel nor any wood.
Light that flickers with the breeze,
A mesmerizing sight,
Draws ones eye to the middle,
A flame that's left and right.
As my candle burns both ends,
The fires join as one,
As quickly as the wax dispersed,
What was had also gone.
5 comments:
A candle in the wind? xxxx
Bravo! Successfully rivalling Edna St Vincent Millay – no mean feat.
https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/first-fig
I am smiling at KB's comment. Lol.
Beautiful!!💜
My candle burns at both ends and in the middle too. One of these days my candle will probably explode and leave burning wax bits all over the place.
Nine to five sucks. It's an arbitrary construct and one that has done more harm than good, I think.
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