Lit Candle Flickering

Poem By Candice Renae Williams

The cool touch of winter frosted the window
the candle's lit wave washed over the glass
in a sheen of droplets
like pristine show flakes
and the whisperer drew down to remark
on the weather and
suddenly the visions-remained
no where to be seen...
Why now? - there was no window
the glass merely concrete slabs and
the droplets coarse sweat on my brow.

Comments about Lit Candle Flickering

Ah... I have drifted away from my usual writing and found another style to fiddle with.. (I've been reading Keats and some guy I forgot the name)

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