Short Wick Poems

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'the Wick' 12th Senryu

‘ The Wick ’   12th Senryu



          A Wicker-Basket
Full of Wicked-Things … Trash It !
  … Keep Candle Wick – Lit !
Form: Senryu


Premium Member Cut To the Wick

Burning
with potential
a fire
never lit

a
broken 
candlestick 

Accept it~

you just might
burn twice as bright



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Premium Member A Lit Wick

Drippy fingers I want to lick
sticky sweet with a quck pick;
Strawberries mix that jam 
it hits me a wild slam;
Bees tend to swarm a lit wick.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Glowing Joy

A flash
Of lightening
Churns
My soul
My internal jyothi
Senses the palpitations.
The wick glows;
The lamp glistens!
~Sima Mittal

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Wick Lights Up

wick
lights up
window sill
warm and glowing
to all who pass by,
encouraging friendship,
a welcome greeter today
as slate-gray clouds hover above
joining forces with blustery cold winds,
sleet hits passersby as they hurry home
Form: Etheree


Premium Member 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

Premium Member The Wick of Lantern's Flame

Night enfolds me. Darkness is all around
Too late to turn back; it's a shelter I seek
A bed of leaves gathered upon the ground
Shall serve well enough on a night so bleak

Pinch the wick of lantern's flame until it dies
My thoughts will be of you as I close my eyes



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Form: Rhyme

Black Wick

When the sun snuffs out
And the day melts down
To a black-wick night.
When the night breeds doubt
And the clouds move in
To slay the light.

When the shoreline ebbs,
And your path erodes,
Where can you stand?
When your joy subsides
Like a bath turned cold,
How can you stay warm?

From a terrible height,
Through a starless sky,
Relief will break your fall.
Once the pain has plunged
To the darkest depths,
Your spirit will climb

To rise with the sun 
And reignite the sky.

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