Line Gauthier Poet Free verse

The Wick of Life

Life is the wick
in our vessel of clay
each day a gift
a mystery
no way to check
on our reserve of fuel

one day our light fades
without warning
extinguishes
in a one-time
disappearing act

we can only hope
we’ve made our impact
we’ve touched some lives
made contributions
worthy of this
precious gift called life

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Gershon Wolf September 25, 2019 at 5:37 PM Love this metaphor, Line: Light and lovely! ~ Illumined Reader Line Gauthier September 25, 2019 at 7:41 PM Much appreciated, Gershon.

Timothy Mcguire September 25, 2019 at 4:44 PM A FAV for me! :( Line Gauthier September 25, 2019 at 7:40 PM Thank you, Timothy, for your much appreciated compliment.

Arturo Michael September 25, 2019 at 12:59 PM A lovely write...I like the style too... Line Gauthier September 25, 2019 at 2:38 PM Thank you for your lovely visit and compliment, Arturo.

Ralph Sergi September 25, 2019 at 11:56 AM Pre destiny wonderfully brought about by a wick! Bravo! Line Gauthier September 25, 2019 at 2:38 PM Thank you so much for your lovely visit and comment, Ralph.

Sandra Adams September 25, 2019 at 11:52 AM great penning...one never knows when that wick will burn down and extinguish life's candle...love this one :) hugs Line Gauthier September 25, 2019 at 2:39 PM Thanks, Sandra. Most appreciated.

Susan Jeavons September 25, 2019 at 11:43 AM Loved your metaphor of life as a wick Line! Great poem. Blessings, Susan Line Gauthier September 25, 2019 at 2:39 PM Thank you so much, Susan. Most appreciated.

Caren Krutsinger September 25, 2019 at 9:27 AM I believe the most fulfilled people know "we can only hope we’ve made our impact we’ve touched some lives" Line Gauthier September 25, 2019 at 2:39 PM Thanks fro your lovely visit and comment, Caren.