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Candles Light Even Through A Storm ©Sascha Darlington
Now we commune in candlelight
the flame flickering
casting suspicious shadows.
We would have chattered once
until dawn startled the horizon.
Now words are hard,
our years together
disintegrate like corroded batteries
acidic, forbidden to touch.
18 thoughts on “Storms Within #amwriting”
Wonderful, Sascha. I especially loved, “dawn startled the horizon.”
Wow! Thank you so much! I really appreciate it. 🙂
Nice description of a relationship where each person of the couple is a storm for the other.
Thank you so much, Frank! I value your comment!
When words are hard, the relationship can quickly disintegrate like corroded batteries.
Thanks for joining us at D’verse!
Thank you, Grace. I very much appreciate your comment.
Incredibley done! love the last line
Thank you so much! 🙂
Wow! Chockablock with great images. Relevant to me because it’s monsoon season here (lots of thunder and lightning), and I recently had to change the old, corroded batteries on the tractor and gator. Did you know there’s a gel you can put on battery terminals to prevent acid corrosion? Perhaps we need a gel for people. Enjoyed this.
Did not know about that gel. But then I don’t know most things, especially the ones I don’t know.
Thanks as always! 🙂
I loved “the dawn startled the horizon” epic! as well as the allude to toxic battery acid. Well done!
Thank you so much!
That was brilliant really brilliant
Really good relationship metaphor but we are cyclic beings and we go through those ups and downs. The key is to keep working at it. Men and women are so different. I’m so glad you are a part of dVerse, Sasha.
Thank you so much, Victoria for the comment and the welcome. I love being a part of dVerse.
I hadn’t thought of that, cyclic beings. It’s very true. I wonder why it is so. Thank you again.
We are a bundle of mysteries, aren’t we!?
describes the funk we can land ourselves in very well…but there’s always another dawn 😉
Thank you, Paul. Yes, fortunately, (if we’re lucky) there is another dawn, a new day.