Candlelight Poem by JoAnn McGrath
Candlelight
Candlelight
I love to write by candlelight
In the quiet stillness of the night
I feel as if I'm redefined
Back to another place and time
The still and quiet solitude
Makes me ponder with gratitude
Of all the old sages long ago
Who penned their thoughts in candle glow
A soothing breeze now enters in
Gently waking hairs on skin
Now a shiver comes over me
I turn my head but none too see
Could it be a sage from past
Here to help inspire at last
I often wonder were my thoughts come from
Like a candle in the wind I succumb
My pen races over page
Emotion flowing, Love...Life...Rage
I write with fury as it flows
Where it comes from, heaven knows
Then comes a time when words are few
Sitting not knowing what to do
I'll just wait for the quiet of night
When my old friends and I write by candlelight
21 June 2007
I found this poem to be especially captivating. The stillness by candlelight, bringing an awarness of creativity... I loved it!
An absolute delight...your write done in the sweet candle light! Back in days of yore...it 'twas done before...you you have opened up the door...to that time. Love your work Big, Big fan Theo
Your poetry looks beautiful by candlelight. Shine on, JoAnn. Warm regards, Sandra
I write by pc light, not quite has poetic as candle light... I loved this poem JoAnn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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JoAnn, many, many years a go I used to work in an old fort where there was no electricity. Every time the clouds came over I had to strike a match and light the candle on my typewriter to see what I was doing. Reminded me of that winter of discontent. Lovely write though. Thanks for sharing it my friend. David