Poetic nuances

In the flickering light of a candle
A moth shakes powdery wings
Words vibrates and flutters
Bring new meaning to life

Free floating strands, woven
In a fine silken cocoon
Poetic touch, a melody
Soon emerges in emotion

Bound by rhythm and rhyme
Kind, kindred songs to the
Long gones of yesteryears’
Chorus for those that came before us

The silence that falls from the
Outline of the script resonates
The ebb and flow, shores
Shrieking like a piece of sandpaper

Begging for consideration
I shudder and cling like a lost
Soul to every word that
Lies before me, selective

Within the frame time passes
Through the empty spaces of lines and
I wonder if the knowledge should
Be taken for granted or saved as a treasure

With each strand I weave my tapestry
But meddling thoughts keep cutting my silk
Knotting it in a changing pattern
Until my thread is a tripwire

Ink spilled by the skill of an artist’s quill
Dark against light
A Rorschach pattern that only the
Ill minded can interpret