one thousand flickers

one thousand flickers to your flame

i'll never forget your name, your name

one thousand traumas to the brain

life will never be the same

wax drips melts dissipates

life is a process which eliminates

Wind blows out the flickers of some

the prayers have been answered. Done

Reviews

[MAC]

wow this is an excellent write. an original piece that flows well and reaches your readers heart.

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A very moving poem. I really like your choice of words. It entices the your heart to wonder and ponder about the deep feelings that are wonderfully, and touchingly suggested.

[joshua deathdealer]

Feels like great loss. Well penned.

[Jessi Leigh]

@ Crow: This ended up being a combination of different losses. It began as a loss of a lover, then transformed to the loss of a family member and the effect it had on my life. The challenges that followed in the shifting of a mindsets where I could no longer continue life in the way I did.

Then it goes back to the vision of being in a church with all the candles of hope. IN movies sometimes some of the flames go out, sometimes prayers are answered. A place where hope is killed and created / answered.

So the poem was an amalgamation of loss in general. I had not given it clear thought to be honest...

[Eagle Cruagh]

See a lot of flickers in this individual,
you will never forget his name because
of his inconsistancies, but now your
prayers have been answered and he is
done, out of your life
---- Eagle Cruagh

Outstanding beauty in your words, as how you're and how I know you sister... ♥ Pure words flow here into a perfect way of translating the soul with the unique feelings burned on paper. I'm proud of you! in any way, and will be always... Most beautiful penned! kusjes skattie xxx

[Crow]

Beautifully phrased. I gather a sense of loss, however beyond that I initially feel you are relieved by the loss of someone that caused you pain which has been faded by time.

Then again another construed this piece as a fading of the pain from an unwelcomed loss of someone.

Though I must admit, though the interpretation is purely in the eye of the reader, I would love to know what your actual feelings were when writing this poem. Actually someone with me got a contrasting meaning, I had on and they had another.

[Kyle]

Well done! I like how this states a subject, expands on it, holds my attention, and then adaquately concludes appropriately.

[Chris]

A strobe within your eyes... and an almost memory realized.
One thousand people... 999 breaths...998...997... 1. Who is to say which?

[Robin]

a mantra of reflection , a pause between movements of the symphony of one's life