Wednesday, October 5, 2011

The Flame



The spurt of flaring energy;
The broad flame shining in dark corners;
The sputtering and the dark.



Tell me that I'm clever as you did when I was small!
Take my little pictures and display them on the wall!
Listen to my stories with round admiring eyes!
Accept my every comment as remarkable and wise!
Praise me for my industry and pat me on the head!
Give me lots of kisses when you tuck me in my bed!
However old we grow we will continue to require
Proof that we are special and still something to admire.
The ego stays a child, it seems, however old we grow.
So if you think I'm wonderful please, please, please tell me so!
(And, if you don't, that's just too bad; I suppose I'll soldier on,
Sitting in the corner, looking very woebegone!)


Margaret Gosden said...

I can't imagine you sitting in a corner 'looking very woebegone' but it doesn't hurt, nonetheless, to say you ARE, indeed, quite wonderful!

Anonymous said...

I love the light produced by matches, candlelight or firelight ... nicely captured.

Your second Notice Me is filled with gems of wisdom in nurturing a small child to increase their self-confidence and self-esteem while noticing their contributions are important part of them. What healthier "children" we'd have today!

Kay L. Davies said...

Lovely haiku, plus a poem full of excellent advice. I know someone who has a pre-schooler and a teenager, both of whom need to be appreciated, although in somewhat different ways.

Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie’s Guide to Adventurous Travel

jabblog said...

We do indeed praise our little ones for every tiny accomplishment but forget that everyone needs encouragement. Yes, I think you're wonderful - I love your poems - they make me smile, they make me think and they make me green with envy:-)

Tara Tyler said...

great desciption of a powerful and meek light

Jenn @ Youknow...that Blog? said...

The entire life of a [match] flame, in only a few words. Love it!