CANDLELIGHT

 

Glowing candle

Eerie persimmon hue

Dancing flame

Rhythmic

Pulsating

Silent primal melody

Animated shadows

Spawn translucent apparitions

Flickering pirouettes

The air is fragrant

Exotic perfume

Lost in the moment

I dream of you

 

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2005

 

Reviews

[Astrid Hamilton]

How do you do it?
How do you always delicately bring the words together
like the hanging string of a thread attached to a spectrum
of something like the wind sent-
it is so silent, the mind, when reflecting great poetry such as this-
I am envios of the words you choose, the words you know.
I could grab a dictionary and pretend to make a painting, but when standing back,
it would only look like the substance of pigmentations, lamenting;
yours stem from wisdom, knowing,
exploration of literary realms, made in use in everyday life,
and I was being so stubborn within my spirit-
my husband and I are both that way- he was angry at me for ceasing to paint, not ever as vivid as you,
but to at least pick up the brush, the pen;
and he didn't see that I was crying inside, screaming out, "baby, I'm too sad to write anymore..."
and when I realized how much he loves me, I realized there is no reason for such sorrow-
and so here are my eyes, my attentive listening; feeling the words compozsed,
and now that my heart is fully exposed,
have you got any napkins, and a pen?

[Rambling Prose]

This is a beautiful piece of poetry. I simply adore your word choices. I felt every flicker, as I am one who burns candles around the clock.

Nicely penned...