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IN HEAVEN, IN AN INFINITE ROOM, THERE ARE MILLIONS UPON MILLIONS OF CANDLES. MAYBE THAT'S WHERE IDEAS COME FROM. OR MAYBE THEY JUST HAPPEN MORE LIKE AN UNPLANNED PREGNANCY. NOW YOU JUST GOTTA RAISE THAT IDEA TO PROPER FULFILLMENT!
December 4, 2015 ·
>>>>>>>>>>Nonetheless>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
In my fantasy...
In the sanctity of my fantasy,
I light a candle..
To an idea.
Premature? Or perhaps too late?
Nonetheless,
I'm surrounded, holed up
In my little oval room.
Perhaps you expected four walls?
Nonetheless,
I have only one,
It envelops me in its warm cocoon.
I am the center of my potter's wheel...
And I spin
From the clay upon this potter's wheel.
I mold my vision
From the idea of a spark from the light of the candle...
The candle sputters,
As if in search of air,
For breath of life.
As I read...
As you read,
The air gently whirling round us.
The light grows warmer with each word.
Nonetheless,
The candle sputters...
As if reminding you,
Reminding me...
The birthing of this idea
Is yet to be.
We hold church,
You and I...
We worship a thought into existence!
I write it down
Pencil it with emotion!
You set it free...
In my fantasy...
PEACE
About the Creator
Victor Mendez
Born in 1958.There's a lot of road beneath these feet.Worn out pairs upon pairs of shoes.Been a ranch kid,a city kid,a Marine,a dad, a grandfather now,an avid reader and just recently began writing poetry in 2015 just to vent.
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