Wednesday, October 15, 2008

kindling

A little spark, striking off. A glow
that grows
s  p  r  e  a  d  s
and hesitantly finds
equilibrium.
Melting moments
drip away--a sizzle
that settles, cools
becomes
solid.
But the heat remains
in the heart
(the head?)
burning til the 
burn out.


Candles know a lot
about love.

4 comments:

AtomicGitten said...

Nice... loved the way you captured the action of the candle being lighted. And the last lines throw add depth to the poem- giving it's imagery a deeper resonance.

Me like!

smoke said...

Come on, this was slightly terrible, no false modesty.

Put it down under "midnight madness"

cry freedom said...

loved the last lines.

Poshgit said...

oh wow...me being the one with a life-long 'light' obsession...i loved this :)