Who is it that lights the candles
on a cold and dreary night?
I held it in my hands
Taking comfort from it's light
The wind made my candle flicker,
I was sure it would go out.
I cupped my hand around it to
protect it's little flame.
Another came beside me
Taking comfort from my light.
The wind had blown her candle out
letting in the dark of night.
I used my dim and flickering flame
to light her candle once again
She cupped her hand around it to
protect it's little flame.
Who is it that lights the candles
on a cold and dreary night?
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Ah, I enjoy reading your piece too. This reminds me of a russian story about a little girl who froze to death after lighting all the matches she had to gain warmth, but every lighting match she saw her grandmother, and felt more at home.
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The metaphor and poem brings images of: flickering light, soft wax, hands touching and and trying. I could see it all and I was moved.
The question of 'Who is it' remains with me.
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The who of the candles is anyone willing to be a guiding light in the midst of a storm. All those who play the supporting roles in the greatness of others. All who are willing to give the gift of light to another human being. To much philosophy to little
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The "candle" and its "flickering flame" is a sign of hope. The fact that your little light remained to help ignite another, is a great metaphor. Great work here poet, keep writing, keep sharing!
Much Love ♥
Renee
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enjoyed this piece.
thanks for sharing
love
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