Thursday, March 8, 2018

Candle

The little flame dancer
sitting upon
a wax podium

Dances all day
and all night
until by luck, chance or might

The little blazing ballerina
burns out
without a fight

Like a dark shadow
in the darkest
of night
By -

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

I liked how you discribed a candle as a dancer!

March 12, 2018 at 11:36 AM
Anonymous said...

Great poem! I like how you said that the candle danced.

March 12, 2018 at 11:37 AM
Anonymous said...

I really like the way you put in rhyme, to make it flow.

March 12, 2018 at 11:37 AM
Anonymous said...

It’s great how a poem could all most be anything! LOVE IT!❤️❤️❤️

March 12, 2018 at 1:18 PM

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