Reading by Candlelight

Source of Inspiration

I read by candlelight,
another day the energy
failed. It used to annoy
me as it does my neighbors
whose children are fretful
without the anesthesia of TV.

I’ve learned to enjoy the
days where we must live as
our grandparents did, without
all the time saving devices that
never seem to deliver their
promise of time to do what
makes us happy.

Yesterday, I wore an unpressed
shirt and painted a picture
fine. I baked bread in a wood
oven, and enjoyed going back in time.

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Brazen Reverie


Brazen Reverie

The Hours of Night Pour through the casement,
Secret, Yet Unhidden,
Clutching at my Train of Thought;
An Addiction that’s Unbidden.

Twilight circles Menacing outside the Darkened door,
Her Indigo spread wide,
Cloaking all my Reticence,
Until I’ve nowhere left to Hide.

The Hours strike and echo in this Brazen Reverie,
Impervious to Haste,
With You, Initiative is Sweet,
Though rarely ever Chaste.

Beautiful Original Artwork by: moonglowlilly at

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Newspapers Are Turning Black

A Shade Of Pen


So, this is what arrived on Day 2.  The things that are supposedly white are turning black and there are a lot of “black news” too. First day, I received a black egg and today, its a black newspaper. I’ve racked my brains time and again, not to find any clue whatsoever.

It could be something on the lines of a black revolution or a store that sells exclusively black things.

Further,  as both things have to do with early morning, it could be a black beginning too.

Guesses? Opinion?

I can’t wait to see what tomorrow has in store.

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