The Scented Candle
The Scented Candle..
A sensuous thought that worries
about its sensuousness mid-air.
Yet undone nonetheless for—glow,
a glorious light found in darkness.
With a promise fulfilled in longing
the flame burns hot and silent.
Even the wax answers back inside
its sputtered blackness. Yearnings
dissolve into streaming air.
Transformed the scent is left
arousing deeper hidden rooms
with new aromas inside wonder.
In action we drift: we feel alone;
swallowed we contemplate.
An answer is retrieved in total
silence, a clam where each is
part of the same oneness. Beauty
is within the struck match. Every-
thing that follows is circumstance.
.
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© RH Peat 1/29/2012 1:43pm
Form: 5 stanza / 19 lines/ free verse
Metaphor. The candle of passion.
Ekphrasis: on concept of “Yearnings”
A tanka by Sugi: My epiphany.
Where you place desire experience follows.
The last two lines conclude this theme of 'yearning' very well in a symbolic manner ! Hope Sugi reads this poem ! - Raj
Well penned! Bravo! God bless, Linda
Lucidly brought out the perpetual truth of life. The darkness in life, the silence that projects wonderful thoughts, the parts that make the oneness of life are always the hidden agends in life that extinguishes the heat of our inner senses like the wax that melts out of unseen heat drawn from the struck match. Contemplating Lines Ron.!