Meaty meatballs resting on spaghetti
Toasting garlic bread then top with cheese
Indeed the most delightful sight
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
The soft glow of candlelight,
Illuminates the night,
With flickering and dancing light,
Like distant stars in flight.
It casts shadows on the walls,
That move and sway,
As though alive and sentient,
In the silence of the evening day.
The candle burns so quietly,
Giving off a gentle and pleasant warmth,
It's like a friend that's silently,
Sitting beside you, in the calm of the storm.
in my candlelit room I am in a meditation and total withdrawal
and I am travelling back, back, back in time with a sad sigh
I know what comes next and I want to weep with love
my dress a cloud of red chiffon flowing, flowing
you whisper I love you and I turn the page
back, back, I turn back the pages, pages
we swirl twirling and dipping perfectly
and my red chiffon dress is beautiful
kiss me is your whisper as we dance
your strong arms holding me tight
we are spinning, spinning
the music roaring loudly
and you are fading
our hands slipping
then our fingertips
and still we are spinning
until you are gone and I am alone
yet the music goes on and on
and in my candlelit room, I take a deep breath . . .
In the orchestral waves,
Of candlelight,
Her loveliness
Reynaldo Casison
Great black clouds
Clot the blood-red sky,
Pink stained shadows
Where daylights go to die.
Candlelit processions
In valley ways awake,
Trickle waxen grief
Onto valley lake,
Threading bright the promise
Though choir has ceased refrain,
Holding back the night
That dawn should come again.
If only I could wish success
upon a generation~
I'd deeply gaze
into the burning core of my
Candlelight~
A flame from flame.
Brightness shared in a selfless way.
And with that~
the darkness that had once
Engulfed the lonesome compartment~
Lays but defeated~
by the dying melting wax.
Burning silently~
with a non - luminous flame;
Selfless~
As the light is passed on from one light
Generation to another.
The sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust
Their farmland sapping every last ounce of energy
Animals and crops, entrusted and on her own to adjust
With welcome visits of encouragement from the clergy
All the men had enlisted swearing they’d be back
Leaving behind wives who hushed their worst fears
Nights spent dreaming of men riding home on horseback
Godforsaken days turned to months turned to tears
The war years seemed like only yesterday
Like a treacherous nightmare that could be swept aside
With each sunrise, all held their breath for judgment day
Dreams of lighthearted love and happy times gone astride
A woman has premonitions others call foresight
Setting aside the unopened envelope with its postmark
Sat alone with his bloodstained letter well into the night
The candle sputtered, spent, and all was dark
AP: 3rd place 2020
Submitted on April 13, 2018 for contest ONE NINE AND SIXTEEN sponsored by VIV WIGLEY - RANKED 4TH
No words can describe what you do to me
You inject in me some sort of venom-like sweetness
Mind and body erase
Making room for feeling and admiration
On my side of thought, you merely despise me
You leave me in melancholy wonder
Melting me like a candle, I become so low
And burn all the more!
Because this wax in me is lathered in your substance
Sometimes I wonder if you are made of venom at all
Sometimes I bring myself to believe. . .
That you are sweet. . .
And you want me to enjoy it
Why I suffer so profusely I cannot tell
Why I allow myself to believe
That I may love you
Only toughens my doubt of a shell
Perhaps I never loved you
Or perhaps I do more and more everyday
And the shell grows all the more fragile
I am low as can be in this room
This dreary, candlelit fantasy involving you
I age in a young body
Trapped in ancient pain
Wrapped in insipid, typical emotion
Bludgeoned with irrefutable doubt
Your very few words burn me
Melting me into nothing. . .
But when I am finally blown out
I have no choice but to harden
Sometimes I return tall
Other times I remain small
I wonder which one you prefer
A vanilla candlelit dream
floats down a clear blue stream
The earthy sun does shine on
red hot flame lit til dawn
Floating down the river so sweetly
As you come over with daisies to greet me
Smells of dew and music of doves
movements of shew shew and voices of love
A spirit filled soul inside the river blew
the flame only grew and the I knew
By Susan Mills
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