poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009


I light a candle
Every morning
Maybe because it glows
Maybe because it's warming?

It rests beside
My computer pride
And there it shines
It sheds its light.

As I type, and as I see,
I see the candle, shining at me.
I like the shine, I see it gleam,
I seem to mind my shining stream,

More than the screen, more than my work,
At time flames fludder, goes berserk.
I hear it beam and I see light stream
The fire screams, only in my dreams.

Only in my vivid, imagined, notions.
I see the fires, the flaming, oceans.
That rise upon the new dawn of man!
I wonder - when - I will understand.
The World