Practice

My candle burns as steadfast as the moon

As I close my eyes to claim my resting place

Time spent in this old straight-backed oak chair

Pushed up against a silent wall inside our kitchen

The smile always comes with the return

When I open my eyes and see my candle for a candle

(For it is only then that I truly come to realize

To what a sweet, safe place I have surely been).

oakchair

4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Angela
    Feb 04, 2014 @ 11:25:09

    I love this line:

    “When I open my eyes and see my candle for a candle”

    it reminds me of “a rose by any other name…”. Lovely poem!

    Reply

  2. Michele Anderson
    Feb 04, 2014 @ 18:48:55

    Lovely 🙂

    Reply

  3. renokingswordsnpoetry
    Feb 04, 2014 @ 18:53:06

    Love it!!

    Reply

  4. Linton's Legacy
    Feb 05, 2014 @ 02:20:56

    Somehow Soporific.

    Reply

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