Thursday, February 24, 2005

The Candle's Flame

The candle's flame
flickering in its bowl,
flashes a butterfly's shadow
upon the wall.
Its patterned wings flutter.
The rim of the bowl
curves the butterfly's wings
making an arched span.
Simple in beauty, hovering on the wall,
complex in specifics,
I admire its beauty
until a gust of wind
extinguishes the butterfly's flight
(it's soul rises up, pours into the sky, and

1 comment:

Meredith said...

This poem was lovely in its simplicity, evoking images of the shadow of the butterfly illuminated by a candle's flame. Much rich metaphor here.

Thank you for sharing your poety this way. It reveals a tender side of you.

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