sara Etgen-Baker Poet Free verse

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FLICKERING CANDLES

FLICKERING CANDLES
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the flickering candle
stands alone on the table,
a small sentinel of warmth,
its golden glow spilling over its edges.

the air thickens around it;
within its amber light
time slows,
each shadow a memory.

this flickering beacon,
this symbol of hope,
speaks in the language of light
and remembrance.

the flickering candle takes me back in time,
reminding me of evenings spent in laughter,
of the scent of cinnamon and pine, and
the echoes of voices long since passed.

I watch in reverent silence, entranced,
as the flame leaps and sways,
a tiny sun, defying the encroaching dark,
reminding me of all that was, and all that still is—

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Line Gauthier August 21, 2025 at 7:13 PM I love candles and your poem about them is delightful ~ sara Etgen-Baker August 22, 2025 at 5:10 PM I love candles as well, especially during fall and winter...there's something about the warmth they exude that I find comforting. wishing you a pleasant evening, Sara

Bill Baker August 20, 2025 at 11:38 PM A memory invoking poem, Sara. I enjoyed reading it and reflecting back on those times. Hugsm Bill sara Etgen-Baker August 21, 2025 at 5:45 PM thank you, dear hubby. hugs back to you, me

John Gondolf August 20, 2025 at 5:49 AM I love your footnote, Sara. This simple verse takes me back in time as well. John sara Etgen-Baker August 20, 2025 at 3:15 PM thank you, John, for dropping by. Glad my words took you back in time. Wishing you a pleasant evening, Sara

Valsa George August 20, 2025 at 2:03 AM Dear Sara, from your lines, I see the glow of the candle that stands as a sentinel of warmth, defying the encroaching darkness. It is a beacon of hope and a reminder of the past and the present. Lovely thoughts that a burning candle evokes in you and so beautifully expressed.

Paige Hind August 19, 2025 at 5:35 PM A portrait of words - :) "a tiny sun, defying the encroaching dark, reminding me of all that was, and all that still is—" sara Etgen-Baker August 19, 2025 at 5:39 PM thank you, Paige, for seeing the 'portrait." Grateful for your visits and encouragement, hugs, Sar a

Mark Hughes August 19, 2025 at 2:42 PM Sara, Just Marvelous!!! sara Etgen-Baker August 19, 2025 at 4:07 PM awww! Thank you for reading my poem and for your enthusiastic response. Color me grateful, Sara