How Like A Candle Poem by Sandra Fowler

How Like A Candle

Rating: 4.9


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

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Uriah Hamilton 17 April 2006

Life is brief and fragile, we have to find our beauty.

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Preeti - is here! 19 April 2006

The last line stole the show... So beautiful....

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Emma Johnson 22 April 2006

Symbolic effusions from a brilliant mind. Susie.

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Charles Garcia 22 April 2006

Hello Sandra One like a candle; One lovely flicker and the world goes out; I'm going to paste in my favorite thought journal; If we could only get this message out. sure would make our lifes so much easier. Hope all is well with you. charles garcia

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Jerry Hughes 05 June 2006

Norma Jean, our candle in the wind. Lovely poem, Sandra...

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Kannan G 27 March 2010

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.

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Ashraful Musaddeq 25 May 2009

Excellent, what a beautiful poem! 10+++

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Alison Cassidy 01 March 2008

'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 ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

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Bill Grace 10 October 2007

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

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Elysabeth Faslund 05 July 2007

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

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Sandra Fowler

Sandra Fowler

W. Columbia, WV, USA
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