Thursday 1 January 2015

Afterglow

I carry pocket sized chaos on my shoulder,
When living schedules has become a boulder.
I feel a trace of that encounter,
As if placed by a skilled mounter.

I remember when light flooded away the dark,
And everything had that radiant glow.
But the candle wick has been burnt stark,
And the light does not seem to flow.

Yet I remember the sound of that light,
Provoking me against my own might.
To fight that treacherous fight,
To once again see the lighted sight.

I turn to the mirror to find this light,
And I am stunned by the amazing sight.
There is no more of my own light left to show,
I am but drenched in the burnt candle’s afterglow.



/* We all have these wonderful experiences with places and people that really impact us . And they all change us in a way. So much so that the burnt out candle's afterglow becomes a part of our own glow. We may not be in touch with those wonderful people and places , but what they taught us lingers , just like afterglow. So , even when the sun goes down , I have a light . */



29 comments:

  1. Beautiful. I could feel myself with you in the dark and the light.
    — Kay

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  2. I really like how you pulled me in with that pocket sized chaos.. but only in the darkness we can see the light...

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  3. Sometimes even the smallest of lights can help pull someone out from the darkness. Nobody likes to be left in the dark, so sharing a little light could always help.

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  4. "pocket sized chaos ... has become a boulder" - very nice.

    "We may not be in touch with those wonderful people and places , but what they taught us lingers , just like afterglow. So , even when the sun goes down , I have a light" that is a lovely thought.

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  5. I love the idea of sound being a part of light...beautiful writing.

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  6. So beautiful, being and sharing light. That first stanza really reaches into my struggle of last year. Thanks so much for taking part in the challenge.

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  7. I too have chaos on my shoulder, that's a great image.

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  8. I think I carry a little of that chaos and loss on my shoulder as I saunter into the new year, claiming more confidence than I feel. Thanks for your poem.

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  9. we all have our personal struggles, its so heartening to hear the outcome of melding with the light for harmonious change

    Happy New Year ☆´,•*´¨★ Ձ๏15

    much love...


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  10. This is so true. I hope we can all be that light for others too.
    Happy New Year!

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  11. 'I carry pocket sized chaos on my shoulder'--great opening imagery and line.

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  12. I love the idea of living on in the afterglow...very beautiful!

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  13. Carrying chaos can be difficult yet fun. Great poem.

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  14. Beautiful poem and I too love the image of "pocket sized chaos on my shoulder."

    Cheers!

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  15. Hope is a wonderful thing to hold one:)

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  16. "I am but drenched in the burnt candle’s afterglow"....this change is so desirable...

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  17. I enjoyed this poem--such a beautiful idea. I was grabbed immediately by the first line and stayed on to the afterglow.

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  18. Yes, the burnt candle's afterglow can live on within us. Candle light is so inspiring, definitely an 'amazing sight.'

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  19. Candles can enhance a mood and raise us from a sense of being down in spirits. I love the light cast from a candle...

    Eileen

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  20. Important lights never quite leave us. Great use of imagery in your poem.

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  21. Such a beautiful poem... love the imagery.. exquisite work! :)

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  22. A thoughful one, with a powerful ending...Beautiful!

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  23. The sound of light and afterglow ---- beautiful imagery!

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  24. Thanks for linking up with Prompt Nights Suyash :D

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  25. The opening line alone is absolutely captivating

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  26. The last stanza was especially intriguing. I like the contrast achieved when you used a wet/ watery word like "drenched" in the context of a fire.

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  27. Really nice the message of this. Thankful for those special people too

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