By the Candle Light

When there is a beautiful painting, It can be seen from anywhere in the room. So that anyone roaming sees and understands and nods. Smooth and cleansing. As if they stepped out of the shower. With a fresh perspective and day ahead. For poetry, No one will stop for even a moment. Let alone, the minute it will take them. On this dreary morning. So poetry doesn’t end up in a gallery as much… But to me, poetry is for sharing at the end of a long work day. With my family, even in a storm, with the lights flickering, we press on. Even during a power outage, we read by candle light. And that makes poetry special.