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Flickering
FOUND by Darcy
in Chicago, Illinois
Found three years ago.
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We collect FOUND stuff: love letters, birthday cards, kids' homework,
to-do lists, ticket stubs, poetry on napkins, telephone bills, doodles -
anything that gives a glimpse into someone
else's life. Anything goes...
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the flickering light of a candle.
is like a junkie cooking up in the bathroom at 4 AM.
the flickering light of a candle.
is a grim reminder that time is marching on.
while I stand still.
The flickering light of a candle is like a firefly flitting around the yard where we play flashlight tag on a warm summer, suburban Chicago evening.
The flickering light of the candle is like a memory I nearly forgot.
The flickering light of the candle is like your breathing in the night
the flickering light of a candle is like democracy
the flickering light of a candle is like your heart signal to me from a thousand miles
The flickering light of a candle is like blood, pumping through my veins.
The flickering light of a candle is like a soft, cool, breeze over a calm lake.
Captain, in renaissance paintings the flickering light of a candle is a symbol of the transience of earthly things (there's usually a skull and a musical instrument in the picture -- sounds vanish too -- and sometimes a crumbling manuscript or a fading flower or an hourglass runnning out. Try 'vanitas' on Google Images and you'll see what I mean).
Nightingale and Effie and Holly, those are beautiful reactions, thank you.
Not wishing to pour cold water on your poetic transports, but this is like an operatic aria -- the baritone says 'Ooh look, the candle's flickering', and the soprano says 'Ah, the flickering light of a candle: the flickering light of candle is like...' and we're off.
It happens in Wagner a lot -- Siegfried goes on about his mother, Tristan about the sad tune he heard as a child; even Benjamin Britten does it in Peter Grimes ('Embroidery in childhood')... It gets so that you can see it coming and you say 'please... don't go there' -- but they always do.
Not that I'm cynical about my job or anything.
the flickering light of a candle is like the love you thought was forever. blown out with a quick breath
jonathan, have you seen that thing on youtube, cafeteria musical, where the workers sing about napkins?
HOLY SHIT YOU HAVE MY NAME. hahaha. it's not that common a name, so it's extra cool. i'm glad my name isn't ashley or brianna, or something like that.
the flickering light of a candle is like the years that pass so quickly as your children grow up; hold on and let go.
Anybody else think this is the handwriting of a seriously disturbed child?
@Erp, no, not really. I know adults with worse handwriting.
The flickering light of the candle is like passing windows at night. The flickering light of the candle is like deciding wrong or right.
The flickering light of a candle
is a memory I nearly forgot.
A passing
moment. A frozen
sensation
now melting.
A whispered secret
the touch of the dead
my mother's breath.
If the flickering light of a candle is like the freedom of life, does that mean that the author sees his/her "freedom of life" as a tentaive, guttering, inconstant thing? Gone in an instant, leaving you in the dark if you laugh, or make the wrong move.
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And speaking of Freedom, if you love your Freedom, thank a Veteran today. (and every day)
The flick'ring light of a candle
is the feathered bonds between us,
my slip-grip on reality's collar -
the ship's anchor losing hold
and sailing straight for celestial gold.
My brain activity is not stable enough (just got up) to participate, but I do love this find and all of your replies.
Oh.. you guys are great! My candle just isn't flickering today.
@Chrome, we did thank a Veteran this morning. We don't do that every day, but we should. Thanks for the reminder.
That note is beautiful.
Oh hey, oh hey! I just noticed - what's that vertical writing on the back side of the page say? My brain sees something like "emergence", but I'm not sure I trust it.
Wow, everyone's waxing poetic today.
The flickering light of a candle is like...a flame....burning...on a candle. Brightly!
The flickering light of a candle is like
the flutter in my throat.
Quick, darling-- snuff me out.
the flickering light of a candle is the last source of light when all else has failed. its you.
The flickering light of a candle
all that's between you and me
our eyes shine in the tentative light -
one breath or whisper too loud,
and the flame sputters out.
The flickering light of a candle
the wick sending up wisps of smoke
the wax pooling in liquid form,
dripping onto the table.
The flickering light of a candle
decades from now,
will anyone but the very old
know what that sentence means?
will bright young faces frown
when presented with that line -
trying to connect something so fragile
with the buzzing electric bulbs
that are the only light they know?
With all due respect to the good efforts in the responses, the original is a truly poetic and artistic vision.
the flickering light of a candle really pisses me off when it's those trick re-lighting candles. the flickering light of a candle reminds me that I forgot to pay the power bill.
the flickering light of a candle is like when the power goes out during a typhoon.
okay guys..wheres the new one?
The flickering light of a candle is like the fact that I can't grasp anything to say...
Favourited.
Schneh, i saw that too. can't make it out.
My thoughts are with the tree.
The flickering light of the candle is like the delicacy of life.
The flickering light of the candle is like our love, when we are both too proud and headstrong to see past the moment.
The flickering light of the candle is like the memories of of you, my dear child; Eighteen precious years have passed while you have grown, and, looking back, they seem just the sputter of a flame; far too brief and far too few to vanquish the darkness that is the life I knew before you grew inside me and that I fear will return to me as you are off in the world.
The flickering light of the candle is like my memory each day - it comes and goes and never gets bright when I need it the most.
The flickering light of the candle is
hope, fear, love
ready to be snuffed out at the first strong breeze
or to burn stronger, longer than ever hoped for
The flickering light of a candle is the realization that love is a convenience for some and a sound heart-trampling for others. Painful as it is, I prefer the latter. Pain trumps ignorance every time. Take that, candle!
like, totally deep man