The Flame

This is a poem I wrote (TBH) about my father. Hope you like it!

You were once a flame I kept near for warmth but I learned to embrace the cold

Your light could no longer keep my attention and your intensity was getting old

I wandered away from your comfort blindly navigating the dark unknown

Then came to find I didn't need your light cause I'd sparked a flame of my own

But I remember the flame that kept me warm even though I've gone astray

Burning my own path through life growing further and further each day

In the end that flame is out there though not bright enough to see

No matter the distances I may cross, I know which flame ignited me.

Author's Note

Hope you like it! Your comments are well appreciated!

Reviews

[Tourist the Sleepwalker]

I do like this, it seems to me what you're saying here is that you are grateful for many of the things instilled in you or given to you by your father but also that he was at times a foreboding influence or figure, one you had to move away from and go your own way ("burn your own path" - I really liked this image) but overall you are grateful to him.

I may be totally wrong (I often am) and obviously I don't know you or your father much less your relationship, I just hope not offended/upset if I am wrong because I really liked it. I thought the repetition of 'flame' and associated words like 'burning' and 'ignited' really drove it on and made it me visualise those images in motion. Thanks

[Nicholas Duboe]

You nailed it! Yeah there have been some difficulties and we currently arent on speaking terms however I am very grateful and appreciative toward him. Your comment hit it right on the head and appreciate you taking the time to read and enjoy it!

[Tourist the Sleepwalker]

I've had a complicated reationship with my dad too, take care I'l' read more of your stuff soon

[Nicholas Duboe]

Much appreciated, have a lovely night.

[Chris Shaw]

Your lines have a great natural rhythm and I'm a sucker for rhyme. First one of your poems I have read and I like very much what i see. I also enjoyed the subject matter and the message you got across. Your Dad did well and so have you.

Chtis

[John the Baptist]

Nicely rhymed. A poem of maturity, after some perspective has been gained. Sometimes we can see our parents better after they're gone.

[Nicholas Duboe]

Appreciate the comment! Thanks for reading!