Replying to a comment on:

Dying Candle (Free verse) by cheese.doodles

The flame’s death Is violent It claws frantically At cold, smothering space As the wax, Its life-blood, Is stolen Away into the greedy air That is Suddenly Dark.

Dovina 22-Jul-07/7:33 PM
A good metaphor for something, but what? I can think of several twists. As it stands, you only describe the dying candle.




Track and Plan your submissions ; Read some Comics ; Get Paid for your Poetry
PoemRanker Copyright © 2001 - 2024 - kaolin fire - All Rights Reserved
All poems Copyright © their respective authors
An internet tradition since June 9, 2001