an adornment now-
I sit on the side-table
rueing my wick less days
I want the dark nights
with only me as a light
the blue you see
is a smudge on me
my yellow base
wants to catch fire
silently watching the wires
if you can't use me
why don't you break me
I would prefer to be buried
in earthy soil,
water soothing my fire
"get a wick and let me get on with it"
Beautiful poem Gautami..liked the lines "I want the dark nights with only me as light"... I wonder whether these feelings go beyond the lamp as well... Nice mag
ReplyDeleteI like this very much. :-)
ReplyDelete"if you can't use me
why don't you break me
I would prefer to be buried
in earthy soil,
water soothing my fire"
Nice Magpie!
My Magpie
love your perspective of the lamp,
ReplyDeletepowerful message,
well put!
You tell them, Gautami!
ReplyDeleteThe pain of indifference & neglect, the loss of purpose & meaning in life!
ReplyDeleteWell captured.
Hi gautami,your poem is very eye-catching and nice
ReplyDeletewow such a strong poem for a lantern, amazing how ur thought process lead u to write this... Cheers!!!
ReplyDeleteI like that attitude: let me get on with it
ReplyDeleteindeed inverters and generators did steal the lamp's job but it's always a fun to sit under it. fine penned verses.
ReplyDeleteWhen lamps speak, we are all enlightened.
ReplyDeleteHeh... Martin H!!!!!
ReplyDeleteI love how the lamp is silently watching the wires...
remembering the days of wireless :)
Rene
Nothing worse than a lamp without a wick. :) This is a great response to the prompt - love it!
ReplyDeleteYou truly have a way with wrods, Gautami. I love the imagery and the emotion that was packed into this.
ReplyDeleteThis was really a treat to read. :]
Quite nice, Gautami. Quite nice, indeed.
ReplyDeleteBrings out the 'rueful'ness quite well:)
ReplyDeleteMine is still WIP.
wonderful! :)
ReplyDeleteQuite a predicament of the Lamp!
ReplyDeleteSimply, Loved it!
To be unwanted and useless is about the worst thing that could happen to a person - and a lamp! Great poem. Thanks for visiting my blog.
ReplyDeleteInteresting, creative poem. Yet I'm reminded of Milton's line from his poem "On His Blindness," "They also serve who only stand and wait."
ReplyDeleteMy favorite line of your poem is "ruing my wickless days." It's a fine unexpected twist on "wicked ways."
Really like this..I too have been known to be the single wick..maybe next time?
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by. This is excellent. I love that you've told your tale of progress and growing pains through the lamp's viewpoint.
ReplyDeleteJust loved it.. beautiful..deep insight..Gautami..
ReplyDeleteRelic
ReplyDeletePassed by newer, brighter, colder flames.
Left as decoration;
Reminder of what has been left behind.
Wow Have I felt like that before. Great job with this magpie.
ReplyDeleteThis sounds like a trophy wife.
ReplyDeletean adornment now-
ReplyDeleteI sit on the side-table
rueing my wick less days
I think this is a good interpretation of old age! LOL :)
Love these lines:
ReplyDeleteI want the dark nights
with only me as a light
I am so glad that you visited my magpie so that I could follow you to yours. Otherwise, I would never have found your beautiful poetry.
ReplyDeletePainful, lonely start... to bring the beauty of the night.
ReplyDeleteLovely magpie.
"get a wick & let me get on with it" Ilike that.Is that a quote, or is it yours?
ReplyDeleteI absolutely love the way you write. It is such a pleasure to read your words. Nice Mag. Love and Light, Sender
ReplyDeleteoh i so feel for the lamp...feeling useless...you stir much in this short verse...excellent magpie!
ReplyDeleteLovely. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteExcellent. I just love the larger metaphor - *I* want the dark nights with only me as light too! :-)
ReplyDeleteWell done!
Beautiful piece! I know, I need to get a wick for this poor lamp! :)
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