Stripping away the rose colored glasses of denial concerning my reality. Getting in touch with truth. Reaching out to others in empathy concerning their reality and their walk to truth.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Burning both ends

If you don’t mind
I’m reliably blind
The candle is my only glow

It speaks to my heart
It renders life’s spark
For sharing the path that I go

While burning both ends
I must never pretend
That I have the answers for show

My new candle’s ready
In time I am steady
To light up the night and sow


  1. Dear Dixie,
    Another nice poem to think about, although I have to admit the meaning of it is a little elliptical for me. Then again, some poems are just beautiful without you having to fully understand what they mean. I think I just about get the gist of it, though.
    So, happy writing! I hope this was what they call "constructive" criticism, and not the purely derogatory kind!
    Hope you write again soon,
    With Warmest Regards,

  2. Hi Dixie,
    I know the flame of hope glows brightly within your soul.
    Thanks for your lovely poem
    Glowing wishes your way, Gary x

  3. Hi David,
    I really like the presence of candles when communicating. Not that they represent anything of mystery or intrigue. They simply remind me to listen, hold my opinion back, and send good thoughts to the person who's talking, typing, calling, or writing. It's simply a personal preference.
    Thank you David; your comment is just fine.
    Most sincerely,

  4. Hi Gary,

    Thank you for that lovely comment. It is my pleasure to learn your thoughts on hope and the soul.
    In peacefulness,


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