Candle in the Wind

 

 

The candle in the wind

Flickering and blazing

Dreaming perilously

Logic and reason melting alongside

 

Not yet blown out

Not yet smothered

Sometimes a steady glow

Dispelling darkness or enshrouded by it 

 

If you look close you will see the myriad shades

In the flame which changes shape

Sometimes feeble, sometimes bold

Sometimes rekindled by fumbling hands

 

The wax melts

The wick burns

But the flame is alive

And spreads warmth

 

Cup your hands to shield the flame

But don’t stifle it in a glass case

To save it from the wind

As you’ll take away its warmth.

 

The wind that makes it flutter

Is the air that nourished the flame

The breeze that made it dance

And leap up in desire.

 

Reviews

[jen -- JG]

Yes I like this poem very much. Metaphorically, it can be whatever the reader wants it to be - a soul struggling to grow, a person taking the first trembling steps away from terror, new love, blossoming and fearing a battering - all needing proctecing all needing shelter all needing warmth - yes metaphorically it can mean anything we choose - even just a simple beautiful candle shedding its light and warmth while being sheltered from the wind and protected by cupped hands.

beautiful imagery - beautiful write - beautiful poem.

Thank you

Jen-JG

[Jack of Aces]

are you familiar with the three unwise moths who ventured just a bit too close to the flame?
very nice poem :)

[Solst Rapture]

The inspirited symbol of life and nature in this wonderful poem reminded me of what one needs to remember throughout life; the flame of ourselves, dreaming perilously. The image of a flame brings warmth to my soul on this Wednesday morning where I return to reading for the first time in weeks. I feel as if I have ducked and dived to keep the flame from extinguishing, from the wax ruining any surrounding fixtures or fittings. I have tried to shield my heat from those people that cannot withstand it. I have tried to offer love to those people I wish to have it, but not at the sake of myself. This poem encapsulates the metaphor sublimely.

It makes me want to craft some candles. It reminds me of being in a Candle shop in Italy where a man and his wife sat, tirelessly carving wax and selling these bespoke designs on to the tourists. They sat with tranquility infused in their eyes...preparing candle after candle. One came with me into my home, or what is to become a mere memory and I often thought of them, as I am right now. The colors they used were as bold as the flame itself, as bold as they seem to be in my image and as bold as I'd like to be if I were to be an actual flame. This poem has brought much to my mind and I am leaping in desire, but have nowhere to leap to this precise moment, so I'll leap to the next poem...

Thank you for the lovely read.

[Cynthia Yildirim]

I love your gentleness in this poem, you describe the flame as more than just a flame, but a thriving being. Kudos to you.

[Shalini R]

i like to think that flames a metaphor for something much more brilliant then a tiny beam of light
this is a sweet read

[forfila]

Another stunningly descriptive poem from you.

The life of a "Candle in the wind" is a lot like the life of a fragile soul, you sure captured those sentiments in a graceful display of poetry..

Just delightful


Love from,
Me

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I love a flickreing candle, it can create an aura of peace yet also one of unsettled anxiety. The candle has the ability to set a mood of tranquil delight and is being used more and more for pleasure rather than necessity. Another very original piece of work from you...change 'coz' to cause or because...just lends itself better to your writing voice.
Helen :)

[Bhavya Kaushik]

Brilliant use of metaphor. The entire graphic and description is quite appealing to the reader.
An awesome read overall!!

[Going...going...gone!]

Is it a candle in the wind...or is it You?!

Flickering and blazing...
Dreaming perilously...
Not yet blown out...
Not yet smothered...
Sometimes feeble, sometimes bold...

Yes it is a candle. And yes, it is YOU!

Such vivid imagery, such beautiful visions, such awesome words to bring out the entire essence of life...be it of a mere candle, or someone with as much depth as you...

Fabulous piece of writing. I salute you, ma'am...

Keep spreading warmth, and glow with even more strength every time a strong gust of wind conspires to blow you out!

[Roy]

A truly realist creation. Vivid imagery.

And intensely philosophical. As is expected of a Calcuttan. [:)]

Thank you for sharing this one with us.

[Nikhil Sharda]

I care as much as the next person. The difference is, I don't pretend to care more - is the message that i got from the poem...probably one of the best poems that i have read so far. so much of you has come out in the poem. did you know that all are lunatics, but he who can analyse his delusions is called a philosopher. i have some of me in your poem, hope you see some of yourself in mine. Happy writing.