Provacative 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 a side My eyes close while trying to decide, Either ruffle it with joy or let it be sad Put in a dash of humor on my pad. Trifle as it may seem to be The flames glow is watching me Does it know what I am writing down? Will it waver intensely casting a frown? A sense of ambience rides up the walls Thoughts become strenuous, but often stalls, Any motion to write the flame will insult It affects my view by its act of cult. Casting a shadow upon me I became spellbound No moral virtues, such actions are so profound I laid a box of candles on the table to tease You’ll be history you dimwit, you must appease.