Written from the daily prompt; bookworms

photo by Idea go on

A good strike causes the reaction desired

Light and heat, an explosion fired

But alas often the strike goes wrong

Try again but not too strong

For if your grip is too firm

The match will break not burn


In life we can make mistakes

But to try again is sometimes all it takes


The match is not meant to burn alone

It gives its light on and on

Till the match has burnt through

It’s served its purpose no more to do


Our life is oft like a match with

Measurement by how much we give 

8 thoughts on “Matches

  1. I was at the museum once. I was struck by an artists video of a match. Over and over again, on a repeating loop, the same hands tore a phosphorous stick into brilliant light. Over and over, all day.
    I distinctly remember my friend hating it, but I couldn’t take my eyes off it. It took me a while to realise the match signified a life coming into existence, and life being extinguished. Like an incessant tide.
    Thank you for reminding me of a moment of beauty. Love the poem!

    1. Thank you for sharing, it is interesting how one poem can bring up different reactions in others, just as that video created a different reaction in your friend to yourself 🙂 Thank you 🙂

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