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Flicker
Born dying
this candle neglect.
Its voice is extinguished-
Its flame is nowhere.
Taken away by a breath; instant
A smoldering wick fading. Its
curling fingers belching
upward as cruel apothecary
To wounded memories
of families forgotten;
To century old row houses
with creaky floorboards under
three layer linoleum;
To Yuengling Brothers beer bottles
hanging from attic rafters
like Christmas ornaments.
The flame is gone, and in its place
a mudslide of wax melt a mile long
Published 20th Jan 2016
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20th Jan 2016 3:59pm
So nice Ed head...the imagery and mournful expression..
An intense feeling of time losing and swallowing whole lives up...
Lost to history..faded memory and whats left a mucky murky picture.
Love this..
Born dying
this candle neglect.
This candle neglect ..my favorite line and powerful in simplicity.
Its
curling fingers belching
upward as cruel apothecary
Very very cool babydoll....
The whole piece was awesome.
Need to shuffthisy RL.so i can include these pieces i love.
I think this is my fav of yours..you always manage to resonate with emotion and humanity.
There are some very strong poets here who dont get themselves in pieces. And just fall flat and contrived to me...you never do and it is appreciated.
Love
J
An intense feeling of time losing and swallowing whole lives up...
Lost to history..faded memory and whats left a mucky murky picture.
Love this..
Born dying
this candle neglect.
This candle neglect ..my favorite line and powerful in simplicity.
Its
curling fingers belching
upward as cruel apothecary
Very very cool babydoll....
The whole piece was awesome.
Need to shuffthisy RL.so i can include these pieces i love.
I think this is my fav of yours..you always manage to resonate with emotion and humanity.
There are some very strong poets here who dont get themselves in pieces. And just fall flat and contrived to me...you never do and it is appreciated.
Love
J
20th Jan 2016 9:06pm
Oh, Jen! Thank you so very much. It seems i do my best in the silent velvet of the witching hour. LOL.
