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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.
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...
This is exceptional take on the week's prompt! :)
ReplyDeleteLoved it!
Wonderful poem, Alaka
ReplyDeleteI love the flow of your words they are very lyrical. Great job!
ReplyDeleteI found your Magpie enchanting ...
ReplyDeleteIn 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...
ReplyDelete"Though filled to the brim with spirit,
ReplyDeletethe 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.
Thanks for visiting! You have captured a thread of melancholy here, that "vital spark" that is the essence of the lamp.
ReplyDeleteThanks all for your kind words :-)
ReplyDeletewhat is all that potential without a spark... great magpie.
ReplyDeleteIf I have no light, I am nothing
ReplyDeletesays the lamp unlit
Luv the last 2 lines - tho it has all this fuel, there's no spark...so no light.
ReplyDeleteLuv the last 2 lines - tho it has all this fuel, there's no spark...so no light.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed the images created by the poem.
ReplyDeleteLove the line 'no moth approaches it to enjoy exquisite agonies of surrender'...
ReplyDeleteExquisite agonies, such poetic contrasts.
Nice magpie.
Excellent. As you can tell, I've filled this lamp with oil, but have yet to buy a wick!
ReplyDeleteAlakaline this is wonderful! :-)
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