Monday, March 20, 2006


I was watching when it happened,
that moment of splendid emancipation
when the delicate edges of the candle gave way
and the molten wax spilled over,
filling the crystal votive with its blood red liquid.
I was watching when the flame,
which had been burning brightly,
flickered then raged with renewed boldness
as if knowing the moment
it had been waiting for
all this time had finally happened
and the new found lack of confinement
meant it could now burn with
a freedom and fierceness it had
never known before.


Blogger Wenda said...

Sounds like a perfect moment to me. I love the way you've painted it with your camera and your words.

8:30 PM  
Blogger dani said...

i like your photos too! and i'm sure you get loads of compliments about them!! i always want my photos sharper though but the only thing that can do that, apart from holding my hand steadier more often is to get a camera with a sharper lens - and better faster lenses are all about $$$$$.

9:12 PM  
Blogger Tongue in Cheek Antiques said...

I can see the roar in those the flaming melts the sides, freedom runs forth! You captured the flames of desire!

9:38 PM  
Blogger liz elayne said...

the picture you have painted with your words...and this image...beautiful.

10:44 PM  
Blogger Bohemian Girl said...

i am always mesmorized by the unfolding of candle wax and the flicker of flame.

(and the many puddles of wax i have had to scrape off of my furniture, carpet and hardwood floors)


this was beautiful and will add poetic abandon to something very sacred to me.

12:02 AM  
Blogger twistedsoda said...

poem + picture = beautiful

1:38 AM  
Blogger Josephine said...

Wow. I really like that idea...

8:40 AM  
Blogger M said...

What a gorgeous image you have drawn with your wonderful words. I love the letters to your son as well, what a brilliant idea.

9:23 AM  
Blogger megg said...

AMAZING. - burning with freedom and fierceness - sigh.

9:55 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I love the photo and your words...your writing is impressive!

11:20 AM  
Blogger Maya Stein said...

I love those words "freedom" and "fierceness." What an image that is, a flame "knowing" when to burn its brightest. This speaks to patience, to passion, to commitment, to that subterranean knowing we all have about when it's time to let ourselves be known. Thanks, Michelle.

12:53 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

This is a gift--the image of the lack of confinement. This whole piece reminded me of the Edna St. Vincent Millay quote
"My candle burn's at both ends;

It will not last the night;

But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends --

It gives a lovely light!"

And Maya, this: "This speaks to patience, to passion, to commitment, to that subterranean knowing we all have about when it's time to let ourselves be known." That's going in the quote file. Thank you.

1:19 PM  
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2:22 PM  
Blogger snowsparkle said...

love this image.... red is my favorite color and the warmth of these dancing flames is so alive. thanks for the expansiveness of this image and your words.

3:41 PM  
Blogger Lee said...

Candles are lovely, your words are evocative.

4:46 PM  

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