A flickering candle.
A blinking observer of the blurred,
thrumming life that surrounds it.
Silken-haired girls and kittens gambol
on the thread-bare rug;
leaving brightly colored Trouble pieces in their wake.
It's countenance reads "Winter",
like a scent could ever capture
the long, arduous Minnesota cold.
A continuous clatter of feet,
chorused voices in debate,
a deserted pie crust on a cracked plate
and dog fur fiercely claiming the beloved sofa.
A flickering candle watches
as wisdom swirls in scotch glasses,
and serpentine coils of cigar smoke.
Trusting smiles and the adoration of a father
lighting the faces of sons--
All witnessed by a flickering candle.
Apr 23, 2012
Apr 23, 2012 at 3:13 PM UTC
A flickering candle.
A blinking observer of the blurred,
thrumming life that surrounds it.
Silken-haired girls and kittens gambol
on the thread-bare rug;
leaving brightly colored Trouble pieces in their wake.
It's countenance reads "Winter",
like a scent could ever capture
the long, arduous Minnesota cold.
A continuous clatter of feet,
chorused voices in debate,
a deserted pie crust on a cracked plate
and dog fur fiercely claiming the beloved sofa.
A flickering candle watches
as wisdom swirls in scotch glasses,
and serpentine coils of cigar smoke.
Trusting smiles and the adoration of a father
lighting the faces of sons--
All witnessed by a flickering candle.
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