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Free verse № 153301

Dying Candle

Member since 2007 · Posted 22 Jul 2007 · 3 comments

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.

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[6] Dovina 22-Jul-07/7:33 PM Reply
A good metaphor for something, but what? I can think of several twists. As it stands, you only describe the dying candle.
[n/a] Christof › Dovina 25-Jul-07/8:41 AM Reply
Maybe that's all it is?
[6] richa 31-Jul-07/2:18 PM Reply
Wax isn't stolen by the air it is fed upon by the flame.