Candle

A candle shortened by the years,
It beads of wax, like streaks of tears;
Still burns, but with a timid glow—
Less brightly than a life ago.

And as the threads of smoke ascend,
Unto the dark, to fade and blend;
Another candle, tall and straight—
It flames, indifferent to its fate.

So proffer they, the candles new,
A breath of light; a hopeful view;
Till ere long, shortened by the years—
Drip they beads, like streaks of tears!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Wolf Avatar
July 17, 2019 at 7:14 PM
Personification personified, at the risk of being oh-so-trite. I am just taken with your lyrical style, and the unique angle from which you approach your subjects. Bravo, poet. Best of everything, Gershon
Merrill  Avatar
July 23, 2019 at 11:10 AM
If only everyone took the time to read a so kindly comment as you! Just know I do appreciate your feedback, Ken
Krutsinger Avatar
July 6, 2019 at 5:29 AM
I like this personification poem so well, I am diving in for another read.
Merrill  Avatar
July 6, 2019 at 11:00 AM
Hi Caren, and thank you. This began as a single stanza poem in college—one of my first. There is a very interesting story about this poem, and a correspondence between John Van Doren and myself—John (who recently passed), the son of Mark (Pulitzer Prize) and older brother, Charles of the famed Quiz Show scandal of the fifties. Interesting indeed!
Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace