The melting candle reaches
upward with claw-like fingers
to grasp the flame that burns it.
The fingers are overcome
and sink back into
the hardened knuckles of time.
~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~
~The Candle~
Jazzi Ryan Ranes ~ The Sensuous Poetic
Disseminator of Anomalous Information. Curator of Letters, Word Maker, Poet, Colorist, Artist, Freethinker.
