Rose scented candles
wait for
a flicker
of flame.
In stillness
of silent readiness
they smell
like roses
slouching in dark.
_____
Cobwebbed chambers,
indolent heart,
linger for impulse,
rots
loitering for life
that left the building.
15 comments:
Very well crafted!
Loved the metaphors.. :)
Many Hugs xox
You speak of emptiness and wasted potential so eloquently.
lovely.
Beautiful vision and well penned poem
very cute imagery,
brilliantly done.
:)
I like this, particularly the last stanza, good effective metaphor
Underneath these images, I get the sense of waiting in vain for...something. Well written!
spider on flower
if I seem lazy, I'm not
fly here and behold
...
I dig the sense of suspense here, as if the speaker is asking a question that the reader must answer. Excellent!
adoring it,,
would love to read more on your work!
:)
"loitering for life
that left the building"
so sad... one can wait forever but will it ever return? i wonder... such profound thoughts beautifully written! thanks for sharing and for the visit. :)
Well crafted and I love the picture. How I long to be at the foot of that tree.
I love the image of slouching roses. Thanks for stopping by my blog and Happy Rally!
I liked the feel to this one.
'Roses slouching in the dark'. Cracking line.
I like the slouching roses.
Ya suppose the flames have also left the building?
Beautiful poem, exquisite picture.
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