life is a burning candle
flickered in a ceaseless wind.
The flame rises and falls
we see it bow and bend. It glows
to leave a wispy smoke
drifted into a thousand winds
as dripped wax counts time
of bodies we borrow from ageless things.
We flutter in a moment of love
rise into stillness, reach for something
none else can see, the reach for existence sake.
Two tiny candles burned low
to inner light and wisped away;
[like so many before and since...]
you made days more precious
we watched you; and yet know
the spark was there, felt and seen
in longer lives and memories
kept within the walls of fond fires.
You, the unforgotten
shadows on the wall that come again
when peace is unquiet, or day is gray
when we hold the moments we've dreamed...
for you.
In a list
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Comments
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This is beautiful and tender, the feelings of missing someone comes with that painful but yet cherished memory.
Touching poem...
Beautiful flower too
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This is a lovely piece, Poet Man. I liked how there were a few rhymes intermingling within the free verse. Very nice. 
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Ah, this sweet sadness
leaves a warm glow
on the page and within
the hearts of all with whom
you share this moment.
A treasure, PK.
M-C
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This is truly
beautiful prior to start of my work day. I could see and feel the 'glow' this poem created. The movement between description, memory and reality is a leap into emotion no matter the direction of thoughts. Both sad and 'unsad' runs like a thread through this poem. I did not want it to end; I took in bit by bit ... thought ... read on ... experienced the feeling of need, companionship and of being alone. Perhaps this poem reflects so much of my mood at beginning of this day. Your use of words / wording: "flickered, dripped wax counts time, rise into stillness, peace is unquiet, and "walls of fond fires" have found their way to my heart. Blessings to you, and may you continue to paint 'humaness' deep into our hearts. Frans
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