Wings, adapted to rise in tempest’s
tantrums or tears, have folded, dull
with thin wisps of extinguished love.
Red candle aflame shone with heat;
yet physic’s lessening, fate’s decree.
Darkened room fades into shadow,
left only with sorrow’s chill gleam.
Photograph by Anita Sedberry
at Harold Ross Fine Art Photography.
Carrie is today’s host of The Sunday Muse.
Tao Talk 
First of all, that title is exquisite! This holds such a sadness, but it is absolutely beautiful Lisa!
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So glad you enjoyed this one, Carrie. Thank you for the lovely image to write to.
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The title is brilliant, the words so somber and sad!
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Thanks much, Beverly. Thank goodness the white of the snow brightens winter up or it would have been even more somber :)
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Beautiful imagery Lisa!
❤️
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Thank you, Cindy :)
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You’re so welcome! ❤️
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Sorrow’s chill gleam …. what an amazing visual!!!
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:) Thanks, Helen.
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I like the way you placed the red candle in the center of the poem to reflect the candle’s placement in the painting. (K)
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Thanks for the feedback, K :)
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Beautifully written Li. Very touching.
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Thank you, Sadje.
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💖
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Well crud.
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:)
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I really like this poem, especially the two closing lines.
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Thank you, Sherry.
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Evocative and weighted with endings.
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Good description of it, Wyndolynne, thank you.
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wonderful poem <3 loved it! Really relatable!
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<3 Thank you, Carol anne.
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Sorrow chills a lot but generally, like yours, waits until fate has put out the flame. Sad, but nicely written. I think this picture bodes sadness, several, including me, have gone the sadness route.
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Jim totally agree that’s a sad image. Thanks for reading and your comment.
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“physic’s lessening” – nice nod to entropy!
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q, thanks. much appreciated.
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Love this poem, and its amazing title, Lisa. “sorrow’s chill gleam”
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Sara, very happy you enjoyed the poem and title, thank you.
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So powerful.
And the title is perfect in line with your poem.
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Syl, thank you and glad you enjoyed the poem and title.
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Wow! The title is enchanting. Sorrow is so deeply felt in your words. Bravo
Much love
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Thank you, Gillena, yes it is, and more in midwinter than most times :(
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“thin wisps of extinguished love” Such a beautiful expression! The whole poem is deeply felt from the title to the end.
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Sumana, I’m glad you connect with the poem, thank you for your kind words.
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Darkened room fades into shadow,
left only with sorrow’s chill gleam… really like that Lisa
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Max, thank you. Thank goodness snow is white or winter would be really grim!
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Ah…extinguished love, fate’s decree, and sorrow’s chill gleam. What more can one say about marriage than that? lol. Just kidding. Kinda. Still… beautiful imagery. The lyricism flows…..
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Stacey, when marriage was invented average life expectancy was 30. I rest my case. lol. Thank you and glad you enjoyed the poem.
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You’re welcome.
And, yes, rest your case. Perfectly stated, lol ! !
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i can really feel the chill in this one, moved right thru me. very well written
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Sorry to chill you. Thank you.
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