I tenderly move the tendons,
acrimoniously supporting the crackling bones,
of my left arm, directing my index finger,
towards the flickering flare, of a lit candle,
.
I enclose it… pinch it within my thumb, and
the aforementioned finger,
it percolates inside me, and I feel light,
having consumed this illumination
for my dire heart,
.
but I am patient
for it to make a semblance, and smolder the walls,
of the dilapidated yore, thawing me throughout,
into the wax heaps, of a rejuvenated identity,
.
though it would be malformed, yet welcomed,
because there is splendor in normalcy,
but our true nature relies at
what turns out to be the end of things
.
The prompt today at dVerse(the last of this year) features the candles, light and winter solstice as its theme.
Haunting and powerful, loved this.
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magic…the taking of the flame into you as you extinguish it…the being patient to allow it to work that same magic within you….very nicely done sir…
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I am always embarrassed whenever you mention a word like ‘sir’ in your feedback. I am but of an age with such a meager experience of life that that word/reference can not be applied to me. You are like a teacher to me… I look at the work of every poet at dVerse to learn something. I am just a novice and so, I request you not to use that word.
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it is habit….and said only out of respect…age to me has little to do with respect…at least in as much as i respect the person more than just the age…so i will try..and know that no disrespect was intended, quite the opposite…
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I know and I do understand. Thank you so much for understanding my sentiments as well.
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Wonderful poem. Than you for sharing your art with us.
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HA, I like the idea of a person’s true nature turning out to be the end of things. Now you have me pondering!
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The idea of absorbing the light into your being is awesom… myself I would burn my fingers — smile… loved the cadence here.
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but our true nature relies at
what turns out to be the end of things….ha… food for thought in this one…love the idea how the flame develops and continues its path..
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When I attempt such a maneuver, I spit on my fingers first so as to hear the sizzle & reduce the burn; nice poem, Anmol; for me truly symbolic, perhaps through religion, perhaps through perseverance & enlightenment. We are in lesson with each lifetime, & can only retain shadows of prior learning–so through our poetry we rediscover shards of the Truth we both have forgotten & yet have retained.
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I specially like the candle light illuminating the inside, rejuvenating ourselves ~
Meaningful write HA ~
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I have not snuffed candles out this way for years, HA! You have sent me back down memory lane. And I like the interaction between yourself and light in your poem.
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Oh my goodness, what a FANTASTIC take on the prompt – light within. I love the whole idea of “consum(ing) this illumination for my dire heart.” Oh, me too! Ditto the rejuvenated identity. I relate to this poem. Great take on the prompt!
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The Loving Light that feeds our souls, so poignantly illustrated in your beautiful verse. Marvelous 🙂
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“because there is splendor in normalcy”
I especially like that line. The whole poem gave me goosebumps.
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..I like “rejuvenated identity”…I have yet more to understand..well written.
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consuming the light – rejuvenating -loved it percolates within you ~ beautifully written anmol
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really beautiful…. loved the images, the well penned details, and the thought in the end… really goosebumps worthy.
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This is a very good response to the prompt. You have involve the tactile senses to great effect.
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wonderfully done Anmol…
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a beautiful poem…the last 2 lines are true indeed.
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Fire consumes and in turn you consume the light. Wonderful exchange of images and energy.
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I like the idea of consuming or absorbing the light.
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Hi HA, Nice use of metaphor – cleverly worked through to the end of your piece – I enjoyed this…
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Excellent words here, they were jarring in such an unexpected context (crackling bones) and then the end was so welcoming. “the aforementioned finger” very cool, well done.
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The interaction between the candle and you is mesmerizing and astonishing in its intimacy.
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Really a beautiful piece!
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