Sotto Poet Poet Rhyme

Fading Flame

Written: August 20, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Line Gauthier

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We built a divine jewel, a flame in the mist, 
But not every fire is destined to persist.
No vows etched in stone, no oaths to renew—
Just the gentle whisper of a love we outgrew.
So speak my name softly, then let it fade—  
Not every farewell needs a curtain shade.

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Howard Kerr September 3, 2025 at 2:23 AM Congratulations Sotto, on your selection with this poignant, deeply philosophical work. Nuanced approach tactfully depicting the the limits of certain relationships. Howard

Krishnanand Guptar September 2, 2025 at 9:36 AM Congratulations, poet friend, on your win in this contest with a superb poem on love waning as the moon, that needs no curtain`s shade. So lovely and touching to the depth of the heart. Hope another moon would have waxed to take its place.

Victor Buhagiar August 21, 2025 at 1:47 AM Lost love. Always attracts. I felt an undercurrent of romanticism.

Bill Baker August 20, 2025 at 10:43 PM Fine entry for the contest, Sotto. A lot of truth in your poem today, my friend. Bill

Sara Kendrick August 20, 2025 at 2:59 PM This reads like a good contender to me for the contest. Way to go. So sad when love turns from its good state to a lesser one. Thanks for sharing. Sara K

Paula Goldsmith August 20, 2025 at 11:22 AM I think this is a wonderful write to read. "Good Luck" Have a wonderful day writing away.......

sara Etgen-Baker August 20, 2025 at 9:55 AM engaged from the beginning with 'divine jewel' and 'gentle whisper of a love we outgrew.' Softly realistic with a hint of romaticism. Loved this one too. Wishing you a pleasant day, dear Sotto!

Hilda Greenhough August 20, 2025 at 8:02 AM I like this juxtaposition on the usual heartbroken separation. I will dwell on these words for some time. I can imagine their lives going forward, and wonder, "Was it a mistake?"