Pesky Candle

Poems to read and many to write All to be done under this flickering light Of an ageless candle’s burning flame Silent words begin to have claim. A stream of wax drips down the side My eyes close while trying to decide, Either ruffle it with joy or let it be sad A touch of humor gets on my pad. Trifle as it may seem to be The flame’s glow is watching me Does it know what I am writing down? Will it waver casting a frown? A glow of hindrance rides up the walls Thoughts become strenuous, which often stalls, A motion to write the flame will insult It affects my mind by its act of cult. Casting a shadow upon me I became spellbound Had no moral virtues, its actions so profound He’s getting the best of me trying to tease You’re going to make me a mental disease.