Candlestick
Candlestick almost burnt
drips wax over its base
like stalactites turn moments
to eternities you shape
a well formed stanza
a light thanks to
burnt matches in the drawer
with the white napkins
unfolded occasions
one for you one for her
then as if it were a
napkin from inspired
dovetailed drawer rhyme
you fold neatly and place
where ideal
iamb compels
in the middle of the poem
Mayanaam
vequinox
Manolis 