Tuesday, August 21, 2012

The candle smoldered



Revolutionaries need revolution as dreamers need a dream.  It’s poetry that gets lost in translation.

Between the two
Enforced half-light
The candle smoldered

Smoke
Acrid ashen
Perpetually arched
Monument
Of the flame

Heaving
Beckoning
Silent float
Cried out

For
Merely a touch
Or a whisper
Slightest spread
Of heat
Would provoke
Immediate action

If flame
Approached
This snake
Of smoke
The flame
Would devour
The very ether
A racing return
To surround
Embrace
The wick
Drawing light
Drawing life

Where
He could see her
And she
He

And that
Was the danger

So

Between the two
Enforced half-light
The candle smoldered
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