When This Hand Writes: Movements of the Candle

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When This Hand Writes

Movements of the Candle
Her

Floorboards

W H E N  T H I S  H A N D  W R I T E S

When this hand writes
What I can see will come to be

When this hand writes
Ideas are formed, worlds are born

When this hand writes
I create light; let it be bright!

When this hand writes
The child inside comes alive

When this hand writes
Truth is a tale I choose to tell

When this hand writes
I give you my eyes – open wide!

 

M O V E M E N T S  O F  T H E  C A N D L E

 

 Gentle, smooth, full of promise

With grace it moves, healing calmness

Dead of night, forever changed

Glowing whisper, eternal flame

Did you hear just what was said?

Flicker, flicker to all the dead
 

H E R

Who could've known what I now know?

None had gone before, but I did go

Out I swam into a setting sea

For there she was, floating with ease

And what I found I shall never reveal

For my word is strong and my decision sealed

You may ask or deceive and, surely, you will blame

But only I will know the diplomat of the waves

F L O O R B O A R D S

Under floorboards some things lie

Messages, secrets, old replies

Hidden in darkness yet full of light

Things unknown are yours to find

(Note: If you'd like to read the abstract writing piece that accompanies this poem, click here)

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