candle in hand

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    candle in hand

     my candle burns at both ends
    for it was light at the same time
    but i must hold it firmly and carefully
    for if i don't hold it firmly,it would be put off
    and if i don't hold it crefully,i would burn
    this is my life and i must choose the way i would mould it
    for which ever way i choose to mould it like my candle
    i eather have to gain or loose at the end



    by bluesky

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    aliciagall commented on candle in hand

    06-25-2009

    I get from this poem that you have to maintain a balance. If you don't light the candle from both ends and maintain a firm cautious grip, you will be unbalanced and fall on either side. I like............. and relate.
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    hattyej commented on candle in hand

    06-25-2009

    the meaning I gather from this writing is one in love with two people...and the balance must be maintained to avoid the pain of lost love....twice over... "it was light" I believe should be "it was lit" "It could be put off" I believe should be "it would be put out: mould should be mold eather should be either I do hope my comments are taken in the light it is given...helpful critique... hoping for the same if you chose to read some of mine...
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    melissapaige commented on candle in hand

    06-23-2009

    nice poem. like the way you wrote this. very well said about gaining or losing on how we hold our candle.
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    DestinedQueen commented on candle in hand

    06-23-2009

    I love how you compare life to a candle that burns at both ends. It is so true however that in order to gain anything you have to lose something in return...to gain or lose at the end. Short and sweet but beautiful! DQ
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    Morris commented on candle in hand

    06-22-2009

    THIS IS A GOOD POEM BUT YOU NEED TO CHECK SPELLING THE WORD A EXCELLENT AND HOLD A DEEPER MEANING----M sorry for the caps
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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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