To And Fro Poem by Kevin Carney

To And Fro

Rating: 5.0


A candle sits and flickers on the old table.
Light and shadows dance about…
Untamed,
the hues come and go,
upon the backdropp of darkness.
You sit there across from the dancing light…

Bright, your eyes reflect the flames in and out.
Soft the light,
it outlines and softens your beautiful face…
It’s so much like your life…
Such a delicate balance,
dictated by the motion of the wind.
It sways you to and fro, with nowhere to go.

It’s a destiny,
I don’t think you’ll ever understand.
You could have set the world on fire….
You didn’t see it coming,
you just went on by yourself.
So cold is it outside…
You could warm it all,
you just can’t see the full picture.

I was hoping you could see and not be afraid.
So much I see in you...
Why do you try to push me away?
What more can I do,
to let you see who you really are?
I risk it all for you.
I couldn’t tell you the why….

It’s just there and I don’t know why,
I am guided in such an unforeseeable way.
Just be careful,
I am not as strong as you think…

I feel like old chafes of wheat fighting the wind.
Being pushed and pulled back and forth…
It’s all manipulated by you…
You got to realize my roots are not all that strong.

Over time the weaker they become…
Standing in this barren field,
filled with my spilt blood…
created by you,
the price to pay,
for just loving and caring for you…
I fear I won’t be able to hold and just topple over after all.
I won’t be able to take the hurt much longer…
It just a matter of time, I start to realize…

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Terence George Craddock 27 January 2011

'Bright, your eyes reflect the flames in and out. Soft the light, it outlines and softens your beautiful face… It’s so much like your life… Such a delicate balance, dictated by the motion of the wind. It sways you to and fro, with nowhere to go.' A poem flickering in and out of romantic emotions transposed into eternal greatness. Another exceptional write.

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Tsira Gogeshvili 23 January 2011

Kevin, I read it as beautiful confession before the tiny candle... and it's so fine...10.... Ts.

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