The depth of meaning has an amber cast.
Deep wells of sunset hold the landscape fast,
To speak a shadow, Friend, would disallow,
The silent fall of light that is the now.
Just lift your hand, warmly appreciate
This time that came to you however late.
How like a candle our life is about.
One lovely flicker and the world goes out.
Previously published, The World Poet's Quarterly, China
You speak the truth here so vividly, beautiful work Sandra---Melvina---
How like a candle our life is about. One lovely flicker and the world goes out. inspires me to make a Haiku for you. charles garcia How like a candle One lovely flicker world goes out Our life is about
This poem is sculpted in light. What exquisite imagery! You unveil hidden worlds. The last stanza lingers in the mind. The last two lines are unforgettable.
A beautiful write on the brevity and vagaries of existence, on the warmth and light that we could shed meanwhile. My regards and respects to you.
'The silent fall of light that is the now.' if for me the core of this soft piece dressed in reverence and amber light. The candle flame has long been inspiration for meditation. Your poem touches the heart of the meditative mind, recognizing as it does so superbly, the fleeting nature of life - 'One lovely flicker and the world goes out.' Superb poetry. love, Alison ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
My maternal grandfather used to quote: 'I burn my candle at both ends. It will not last the night. But, oh my friends and ah my foes - it gives a glorious light.' Thanks for bringing me back to such a happy but long buried memory. Blessings always, Bill Grace
Even through the dark, our candles shine. Slowly diminish. But, while the flame goes on, our lives can make so huge a difference. Oh, how lovely a poem.xxElysabeth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Reminds me of Jackson Browne's Song For Adam, though yours is much more concentrated in style, and more thematically focussed. Beautiful work, and strikes exactly that part of our awareness that knows the truth of your words, but insists on turning its back. Brilliant as always. xx jim