I brood over the petulant flame
as the candle diminishes 
to a waxy puddle,
reflecting on the smokey images
pooled on the bottom
of the etched glass holder.
I reach out and light a fresh candle,
creating a new beginning.
Let there be light.
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I love the smokey images that reflect – lovely use of language, strong images and the last line is very evocative
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so much symbolism in a candle… and i do love to light new ones… new beginnings…new hope…
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life is full of these new beginnings….i like the pause to look at what was before…the remnants of it….before lighting the new….
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