My Flame -- a Poem for Sunday Muse # 133
Candle in the Jar
I'm a little candle here in your jar
Don't let anyone put the lid on me
For if that happens my light will go out
Let not that one be you, my light will die
Precarious perch, tender little fire
The edge of the sand one wave away
Not a note in the bottle is the flame
Distance does not remove lids, fire pales
And if you've not protected me, the same
Our lives would be so dull without that flame
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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved
- I'm linked for the photo prompt with the Sunday Muse # 133, at http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/11/sunday-muse-133.html?m=1
Labels: Love Poem, Poem, Sunday Muse, Syllabic Form
posted by Jim @ 11/07/2020 02:12:00 PM
10 comments
10 Comments:
Quite lovely ~~~~~
We kept that small flame alive for four excruciating years - so wonderful, such a relief to know we wont have to white-knuckle the next four years. Whew!
Calm and the voice of reason restored! Hallelujah Yes, our lives would be dull without that light we all hold close.
A glorious light it is! Beautiful words here Jim!
Keep the flame alive!
Our lives would be so dull
without that flame
To survive it is necessary for the catalyst to work its wonders. Very true Dr Jim!
Hank
Oh...this is enchanting. That change of flame for note is captivating.
My goodness, Jim, you've written a little gem here! Tim Buckley once sang "Dontcha hold me down and kill the man you love". This poem made me think of that, though your poem has much more of a sense of mutuality. Love it.
Yes, may we keep one another's candles glowing.
Sweet poem - let people, things just be.
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