“The Act Of Blowing Out A Candle” - 2/13/23

*a poem by me

I love blowing out candles.

Theres something so poetic about the physical action.

The pursing of the lips. The quick intake of air, and then the quick breath out again.

They ve been used to show end of films, end of scenes or transitions. The signs that someone has died or that something bad is about to happen. The last thing you do before you drift off to sleep, and roll over & give your child a goodnight kiss.

So many scenes, so many possibilities But you know what doesn't change?

The candle.