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Candelabra
Every receding
petal of wax,
reminded me of
a lost fortitude,
and the fall
of enlightenment.
petal of wax,
reminded me of
a lost fortitude,
and the fall
of enlightenment.
Published 26th Jul 2014
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26th Jul 2014 1:21pm
26th Jul 2014 5:58pm
Pishashee, luv :-* ~
This poem is a little hidden jewel.
I feel rather like someone happening upon a djinn's treasure cavern and finding the one sole item of immense and priceless, exquisite perfection hidden away in plain sight.
Such self-containment in this poem: you capture so many layers of meaning. I see the superficial. You speak of the wax so beautifully, magnificently in the subtle comparison to flowering and their little deaths with petals lost, then you go deeper addressing a lost age of time when candelabra were a fixture and things like fortitude and, finally, enlightenment were bywords. You deftly interweave these images in this tiny self-contained gem of a piece.
Now, perhaps you didn't mean any of this, the words merely beckoned, called to you and you arranged them as they spoke within your soul. No matter. The muse imbued you.
You astound me. I am humbled in your presence.
This poem is a little hidden jewel.
I feel rather like someone happening upon a djinn's treasure cavern and finding the one sole item of immense and priceless, exquisite perfection hidden away in plain sight.
Such self-containment in this poem: you capture so many layers of meaning. I see the superficial. You speak of the wax so beautifully, magnificently in the subtle comparison to flowering and their little deaths with petals lost, then you go deeper addressing a lost age of time when candelabra were a fixture and things like fortitude and, finally, enlightenment were bywords. You deftly interweave these images in this tiny self-contained gem of a piece.
Now, perhaps you didn't mean any of this, the words merely beckoned, called to you and you arranged them as they spoke within your soul. No matter. The muse imbued you.
You astound me. I am humbled in your presence.
27th Jul 2014 2:40am
26th Jul 2014 9:59pm
28th Jul 2014 00:48am
For me this is a great reflection - metaphor - for our own inevitable fate ... It burns slowly.
28th Jul 2014 2:29am
29th Jul 2014 2:45am
valor & wisdom melting away. a slow progression that nonetheless advances too quickly...
31st Jul 2014 4:40pm
finally gettin'round to ran'dumbly absorbing 'you'.
I don't like 'having opinions' about other's creations, thus further participating in our idiot-human-trick of 'believing in' my/our conditioning to percieve the toxicity of (my/our)
dualistically delusive human ego.......
leave us just say 'eye like' this write
I don't like 'having opinions' about other's creations, thus further participating in our idiot-human-trick of 'believing in' my/our conditioning to percieve the toxicity of (my/our)
dualistically delusive human ego.......
leave us just say 'eye like' this write
31st Jul 2014 9:26pm
That is the truth, and I feel the same way. I feel like an outsider most of the time, but that's anywhere - I'll always talk though. Your comments are always so welcome. Thank you.
4th May 2016 00:27am
4th May 2016 3:01am
That's a great analogy.
I'm feeling it tonight.
I'm ready asylum, take me away.
I'm feeling it tonight.
I'm ready asylum, take me away.
