by Robert Lloyd Jaffe
With the winds blowing
outside the window
move the flames
of the candles
and give strange
shadows on the pages.
It could be
three hundred years ago--
just candles for light
food a precious and always scarce
commodity,
things that need to be done
in the day
and night a time for reading;
alone and out loud.
Without the shallow chatter
of TV, radio,
or the abyss of the computer screen
life seems closer
to the voices and bird songs
the ideas and thoughts
in the books.
I must blow the candles out
and run through
the horizontal rain
to feel the warmth of the fire
when I come home--
how else to say
thank-you, thank-you
thank-you.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
I am an observer and listener of the music of life. Where I find cadence, I find my interest and passion directed. It can be sound, light, smell, or purely an experience of thought. The sky, the sea, the mountains, and the machines that allow me to explore those places draw my attention, and give me serenity.
Last updated May 09, 2016