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Tuesday, May 29

the night





No 
matter
how blue,
or green,
our eyes.
.
No matter
how avid
or intense
their glow.
.
On windy nights
candles blow.



Image: Trade in time .. by 

Shaped a candle and posted it for d'verse!




13 comments:

steveroni said...

How NEAT-O!
Candle with holder...
Blowin' In The Wind.
Dulce you surprise EVERY time
Thank you again..
Love and PEACE, Sweeter!

Claudia said...

smiles..can be read in different ways...surely love the intensity of someone looking deep into your eyes..and then.. hopefully the wind isn't so strong that it will blow the candles out..great seeing you at dVerse dulce

Brian Miller said...

i agree with claudia, this can def be read a couple different ways...i will hope the blown candles are for good reasons...smiles...

hedgewitch said...

I really like this dulce--it's subtle and leaves a lot of room for the reader to interpret, yet it has its own definite mood and feeling to it. And that candle flame stays in the memory.

Laura said...

a candle that offers light and shadow...yes, I agree, there is lots of space here for interpretation. So good to hear from you yesterday. It has been a while, I've been posting but not visiting a lot. It is a gift to have a day to stroll about the bloggy neighborhood.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Only such precisely chosen words could invoke such ambiguous interpretation. A great, strong write.

Scarlet said...

Nice reflective post ~ I think on those nights, we see things differently ~

Unknown said...

Really nice. So much done in three short stanzas, even some visual poetry. Great job here. Thanks

ayala said...

Nice write, Dulce...leaving us to our own interpretations :)

Alex Dissing said...

I agree with Buddah, this really allows for an ambiguous interpretation. A lot of meaning in not a lot of words, which is hard to do. This one really shaped into something neat :)

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Many interpretations here. Wonderful words, wonderful visual.

Anna :o]

Don Carlo said...

I understand this poem—in so few
words to express so beautifully
these simple thought.
My interpret is two persons with
colorful eyes, one pair blue, one green.

With much love showing.

When the windstorm of life
stack problem against them
it almost blows out their candle,
the fire of their love.

Hopefully some embers remain hot.
Those are coals of true love,
which lasts eternal

The right to be wrong is reserved.

Dulçe ♥ said...

Thanks a lot for your sweet comments my friends...

nice surprise to find Don Carlo here!
Cheers!

D.