Rose scented candles
wait for
a flicker
of flame.
In stillness
of silent readiness
they smell
like roses
slouching in dark.
_____
Cobwebbed chambers,
indolent heart,
linger for impulse,
rots
loitering for life
that left the building.
Call me Hanq 
Very well crafted!Loved the metaphors.. :)Many Hugs xox
You speak of emptiness and wasted potential so eloquently.
lovely.
Beautiful vision and well penned poem
very cute imagery, brilliantly done.:)
I like this, particularly the last stanza, good effective metaphor
Underneath these images, I get the sense of waiting in vain for…something. Well written!
spider on flowerif I seem lazy, I'm notfly here and behold…I dig the sense of suspense here, as if the speaker is asking a question that the reader must answer. Excellent!
adoring it,,would love to read more on your work!:)
"loitering for life that left the building"so sad… one can wait forever but will it ever return? i wonder… such profound thoughts beautifully written! thanks for sharing and for the visit. 🙂
Well crafted and I love the picture. How I long to be at the foot of that tree.
I love the image of slouching roses. Thanks for stopping by my blog and Happy Rally!
I liked the feel to this one. 'Roses slouching in the dark'. Cracking line.
I like the slouching roses.Ya suppose the flames have also left the building?
Beautiful poem, exquisite picture.