The Candle

Another Friday night, alone Keeping terrorists at bay-- While the patrons utter not a word, Unsure of what to say. But ah, the world, a safer place, T is a victory, I know-- But the candle on my table; It should elsewhere softly glow. For candles are for lovers-- Let the light their kiss betray; Kindly place mine on their table, And I'll go my darkened way.

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Kelly Deschler

Date: 4/12/2014 4:38:00 PM

A very sad ending to this tender story, I hope that this is not true, Mel. You have some great rhyming and a smooth word flow in this quatrain. Well done, Mel!...Thank you for the kind comments on my poem. :)

Mel Merrill
Date: 4/12/2014 11:04:00 PM

Thank you Kelly. I enjoy your writes and appreciate your taking the time to read mine. John Van Doren, the eldest son of the Pulitzer Prize winning poet, Mark, once wrote me a letter (while I was in college, in response to a contest I had won--in his father's name). In it, he warned me of the danger of forced rhyme; been careful ever since. You're a peach xoxo mel :)