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The Glare of the Flame
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2002 You dance
I stand to watch you flicker and flutter with every abruption of the wind.
The hues you cast fills the room swirl with constant movement.
Faster and faster
I kneel and observe the reds with the yellows chase one another into every crevice, every corner, every where a shadow attempts to hide.
...
I sit now to watch your refractions of light beaming with an erratic pace that causes a tranced state on my behalf as I stare.
A warmth that radiates from the wick set ablaze, warped at an angle caused by the contant flares of intense heat.
A throbbing illuminessence which proves most hypnotic.
Most hypnotic.
...
Strange
I begin to inquire
Curious as to the depth of your hellish center.
Maybe, I should extend my hand for a touch
A single touch
A touch which instantly confirms previous precautions of a most painful outcome.
Perhaps, like a moth to a flame indeed, for curiousity is a hunger we naturally must feed...
amazing poem
Subtly reflective and
thought provoking in
every creative sense...
Ugonna
I liked this it is so true. I can sit for several minutes staring at a candle or fireplace.
HK
HI KEITH,esp- like this one and give it a (WIDI) my highest teake WISH I DID IT thanks for letting me know
hope youre well
L&P
At first, we have an in depth study & an rtistic interpretation of the candle's flame. Then we have the thoughts, the natural course of human curiosity that follows while observing this phenomenon froma distance.
Then, as all humans, we want to touch, experience, control.
Our curiosity sated, we now have learned the two sides to this living wonder - beauty & danger.
Wow, what a comeback!!! Very insightful. Thanks for keeping me in the groove.
Amy
Gentle is the night♥