Candlesticks Poem by Felicia Manning
Candlesticks
We are all just,
Drip,
Drip,
Dripping away,
As time passes,
We melt away.
Like candlesticks,
With their lit wicks,
We are warm,
Illuminated,
We all melt,
Both the ordinary and sophisticated.
While fire gives the candle purpose,
It's also the cause of its demise,
You can see this happen,
Right before your eyes.
Burning all day,
Drip,
Drip,
Dripping away.
Once a nice candle,
Now just a puddle of wax,
No need to worry,
It will be remolded,
Relax.
Great ethereal analogy that reads charmingly delicate as life's ephemeral status. But we will have an afterlife so we could work for that. Nice to read u again. Take care.
This is an excellent poem, and so true. I really enjoyed it. Keep up the good work. Tango.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/27/2024 3:43:37 PM # 1.0.0.1119
i'm now taking this to place in my/our August 2017 showcase. Thanks. the poem again impressed me greatly. bri :)