Your three words today are:
CANDLE
FLAME
WAX
A candle stands tall in the pale moonlight,
With a flickering flame that dances so bright.
The wax drips and giggles, like a snail on the floor,
“Join in my puddle, there’s always room for more!”
The flame gives a twirl, in a whimsical show,
Together they sparkle, putting on quite a glow.
So when you see candles, just stop for a glance,
For they love to be silly and to share in the dance!
MAD Missy 😠
M.A.D. Works 
Back again. I liked this one as an unusual image popped into my head and I had to write in reverse, ie come up with a poem to arrive at my image.
The Wax Thinks Itself Eternal
The candle does not know it is burning.
It dreams itself a column of stillness,
ivory-bright, untouched by time.
The flame is a parasite,
a flickering hunger with no body of its own.
It whispers against the wax,
sings of warmth, of longing, of vanishing.
The wax does not listen.
It melts in slow denial,
pooling at its own feet,
solidifying again, as if to say: See? I remain.
The wick has no such delusions.
It shrinks, blackens, crumbles,
a spine turning to ash.
And yet —
At the end, when the candle is nothing
but a smear of cooled wax,
a thread of smoke unraveling into air,
a gallery display holds the remains.
A sculptor stands back.
Nods.
It is complete.
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I love it.
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I enjoyed your whimsical poem!
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Thank you 😠
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