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Friday

A lamp unlit

No hellfires blacken its soul
No moth approaches it
to enjoy exquisite agonies of surrender
No Pan to kindle its melodies
or just look at it in wonder.

Though filled to the brim with spirit,
the vital spark eludes it.

~Alaka Yeravadekar

16 comments:

  1. This is exceptional take on the week's prompt! :)
    Loved it!

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  2. Wonderful poem, Alaka

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  3. I love the flow of your words they are very lyrical. Great job!

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  4. I found your Magpie enchanting ...

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  5. In so few words, so much said - showing only what isn't there, you show the value of what could be and create a lilting, poignant, sad piece. Beautiful...

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  6. "Though filled to the brim with spirit,
    the vital spark eludes it."

    I must admit, I have days when I feel the same!
    I did enjoy the thoughtful, slightly mystical tone of this Magpie. Thanks.

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  7. Thanks for visiting! You have captured a thread of melancholy here, that "vital spark" that is the essence of the lamp.

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  8. Thanks all for your kind words :-)

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  9. what is all that potential without a spark... great magpie.

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  10. If I have no light, I am nothing
    says the lamp unlit

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  11. Luv the last 2 lines - tho it has all this fuel, there's no spark...so no light.

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  12. Luv the last 2 lines - tho it has all this fuel, there's no spark...so no light.

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  13. Enjoyed the images created by the poem.

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  14. Love the line 'no moth approaches it to enjoy exquisite agonies of surrender'...

    Exquisite agonies, such poetic contrasts.

    Nice magpie.

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  15. Excellent. As you can tell, I've filled this lamp with oil, but have yet to buy a wick!

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  16. Alakaline this is wonderful! :-)

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