Candles

I light candles in my room now

I like seeing something flicker and burn

 

I imagine melting pools of wax

Filling this entire space

Eventually hardening,

Holding my shape

 

Maybe someone will remember me

Exactly this way

 

I light candles in my room now

And I feel so estranged

Because when I blow them out,

I don’t see smoke…

 

I see steam.

 

Pure

Transparent

Vapors

 

Can you notice the wick disappear?

Reviews

[Su' Nacnetaf]

I like this, very original and creative, it is poignant, or at least I sense it that way, but I'm still trying to figure out why I find it so. I has a vague sensation of sadness, yet comformity perhaps? I'm having trouble to gt the right emotions out of this writing, which I think is great. I will surely read it over and over again to see what else I can get from it. Great writing.

[Christine]

Kelley: wax is pliable, just like words!

[Kelley]

Very cool poem Christine. I never thought of writing a poem about wax,
but now you have given me an idea.

Thanks for sharing.

Kelley