So Soft

So i wrote this little writing/poem the other day when i was completely out of ideas for an assignment and procrastinating and trying to get all that stuff out of my mind, in hopes that once it was emptied of the random jumbled words and thoughts, something more concrete would come out. Well, it didnt work. But anyhow, i decided to post it. Why? i am not entirely sure. There is nothing special or remarkable or significant about it. It just is. It is just a picture really. i guess i am posting it because it is different from anything i normally write. Apparently, my poems are said to be extremely ambiguous and difficult and dark. Maybe this is less of all of the former.

Poem About The Soft Light Of A Candle

held in its softly licking flames;
flames of fire that curl intricately on the walls,
mesmerizing and captivating with sharp and vaporish glares
of deep red and orange tips, and golden yellowness
and centers of white-blue sapphire;
dancing and teasing, and teasing and taunting
lit and let down beneath the charcoal-gray miasma of smoke
that smother any other light or image or movement out of the room.