by Richard Vince
A candle flickers in the half light
From a raincloud covered world,
Standing tall with isolated optimism.
A familiar song fails to drown out
Two fridges moaning in sympathy.
It is as though the whole world is
Contained in this mostly empty café,
Translated into metaphor
After juxtaposed metaphor.
I wonder how many see things
As I do, and how many are doomed
To be misled and how many will
Simply not look.
We all have eyes, but some use them
More than others. We all have hearts,
But some use them more than others.
I hope I use mine enough.
Posted on 06/10/2010
Copyright © 2022 Richard Vince
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Coleman Demiurge on 06/13/10 at 09:19 PM|
There are very few who can open a poem as well as you can. A flickering candle in a raincloud covered world - Deep, very deep, in its beauty and its message. Most impressive, and that's just the first few lines; the other three stanzas are equally as good. The second one, how the world can be well interpreted with metaphors from an empty cafe - very true (the empty cafe possibly being one of them). I really liked these lines from the third stanza - "how many are doomed To be misled and how many will Simply not look." Yeah, personally I grew tired of being misled, so I simply just stopped looking... For better, for worse. The end stanza says it perfectly: we all have eyes and hearts, but some of us put them to better use than others... Who's really to judge what is or is not enough? Let's just hope it isn't me. ;) A most superb piece all a round; outstanding work.
|Posted by Anita Mac on 06/14/10 at 03:18 AM|
The trouble is how tiring it can all be to see what we can and feel what we can. So we turn on and off at the cues we have set for ourselves. I love this. It reminds me of a cafe I used to work at right around the mid-afternoon lull. Always seemed to lead to these sorts of thoughts.