A single candle separates
the darkness from the light
A flickered hope to contemplate
upon this moonless night
Impressions in a wave of shadow
dancing on the wall
Interrupt my thought
as I sit down before I fall
My demons seek an entrance
as they peek inside my brain
And with each flicker they grow strong
as light begins to wane
But fragile though my beacon is
to guide me now till morn
I know I’ll make it through
to see the sun in day reborn
Categories:
flickered, hope, light, strength,
Form: Rhyme
*how* *the* *lights* *flickered* *in* *the* *rain*
Dark skinned,
cross eyed,
with thick mascara
She was a poet.
and a dancer before that
Or was she a singer ,
I do not remember .
It was the festival of lights
The light from the earthen lamps
fell slowly
into the grass
and in the freshly fallen dew
it lingered awhile.
She wrote in her poems
Of how she was a firefly
She could shine
But no longer fly.
She sang,she danced
and got drunk in everyone else's music.
They cursed her pen
And so as she lit the lamps
she knew that she ,
will burn that night .
Her dog with in his yellow collar
Slept under the diwali lights,
dreaming of lizards
and of Christmas .
They put a lot
of lights out
that year,
In a friendly
competition
with the neighbours.
The lights were on
all night
and it rained
later that night .
No one saw how
the lights flickered
In the rain .
But she did.
She walked
passed them
when everyone else
was atlast sleeping
She took
the essentials .
in hand and
like the lights
in the rain,
she burned.
(• Diwali- Indian Festival of lights)
Categories:
flickered, abuse, anger, beauty, death,
Form: Blank verse
We are born not knowing what's ahead
Into a world when wanted or not
Some of us are a surprise
Though many appeared when thought
Many of us grow with love all around
Sadly there are ones who are not
For this we have to be fortunate
They are eternal in their sought
We grow up living the years given
Some fall like the Autumn leaves
The fortunate of us grow old
Like the fallen, through our years we may grieve
Eventually everyone faces life's decision
In many ways this event can be triggered
For many of us are prepared or not
When our flame no longer flickered
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-17.php
Categories:
flickered, life, autumn,
Form: Quatrain