Birthday Candle Poem

7/30/2015

Brave little flame
leaping bright and hot
what precious wonder
is new love?
To fan and feed
such delicate young fire
this is my zenith
this my big-drop rush
this glass secret
dancing prism embers
this tiny birthday candle
held carefully, just so,
then as the wax heats
and the dread flame nears
how long dare I hold on?

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Heather Lee Rogers

I write and perform poetry. I have been published on many websites and print publications at various times throughout my life. I live in NYC where I also create as an actor. Acting makes me forget that I'm a poet for long stretches of time. But I mean to work on that here: I'll be posting old poems, new poems, and everything in between. Thanks for visiting. Enjoy!