12 - to be left there and forgotten
a table.
a table and
a chair.
a table, a chair
and a candle.
a table, a chair and
a candle that flickers
without being lit.
a table, a chair and
a candle that flickers
without being lit and
two boxes of matches
too wet to catch when
you strike them.
a table, a chair and
a candle that flickers
without being lit and
two boxes of matches too
wet to catch when you
strike them and the gentle
voice that you hear.
a table, a chair and
a candle that flickers
without being lit and
two boxes of matches too
wet to catch when you
strike them and the gentle
voice that you hear only when
you look at the candle that
flickers without being lit.
a table, a chair and
a candle that flickers
without being lit and
two boxes of matches too
wet to catch when you
strike them and the gentle
voice that you hear only when
you look at the candle that flickers
without being lit by the matches
too wet to catch when you strike
them.
a table, a chair and
a candle that flickers
without being lit and
two boxes of matches too
wet to catch when you
strike them and the gentle
voice that you hear only when
you look at the candle that flickers
without being lit by the matches
too wet to catch when you strike
them all calling out, begging,
to be left there and forgotten.
June 27, 2009
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8 comments:
I enjoyed this.. I especially like the last line - the unexpected personification :)
Hi Koe,
I'm seeing a lot of symbolism in your posts today...or am I?
I think that unlit, flickering candle is hope, at least for me.
I forgot what this is all about LOL But I like it - you go along and you go along and then - wham - you tie it all up in the last few lines. Very cool...
Margo - thank you - I try to have the last line worth the trouble it sometimes takes to get there. I do tend to make it hard for readers.
Holly - I was trying to compose a (sort of) still life here. There's a guy sitting at a table, he's made a mistake, let someone slip away from him and will never feel complete. ever. so he sits there, left and forgotten among the things that are commonplace (table, chair) and the things that are magical (her soft voice and the candle that flickers without being lit by the matches too wet to catch). I might have to change the 'you' to 'he' at some point. I rewrite these things over and over again.
Grace - thank you. That is so very very cool that you forgot what it is that this is all about but that you liked this post anyway. Excellent. I am so happy. Everything should stand on its own merits.
Poor, poor, poor little matches, Koe! :)
Koe: All of this threadless needles can stand on their own. If I remember correctly they are extensions or expansions on each line of an original poem???? This one is especially good,
I love the style of this poem. I need to go back and read the past few poems and catch up! This is incredible!
Charity - yes. wet matches are not much use, except perhaps in a sad little poem.
Grace - thank you. Yes. You are right all of them are expansions of a line to a poem. Each line is linked back to the original deconstruct (a word which makes me smile).
xo sunshine - thank you. these threadless needles have been a little uneven - many of them different. just a fun thing for me to do - to see what connects with people. I'm glad you liked this one. It was a hard one to get right in that, I knew where I was starting and I knew where I was ending but I had no idea what was going to get me there. I think this one worked out nicely.
Thanks everyone for the comments. Only one more left to do.
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