Mel Merrill Poet Quatrain

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 April 12, 2014 at 4:38 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 April 12, 2014 at 11:04 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 :)