A cup of tea beneath a burning lantern
As large moths circle erratically with grace
The walls left blank for our imagination
Scant particles of wonder now made complete
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A strand of light caught in a spider’s web
Elaborate dragnet for tiny aerial creatures
Reflecting prism trapped within sticky fiber
Your ancient heart held in broken windows
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Created beauty made richer for the viewer
Revealed with dust and portrayed in time
The poetry of passion painted with grandeur
Reciting each verse in your divine theatre
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Written for Poetry Jam
Life From A Park Bench 
I assume this is a collection of individual poems that each capture a moment. Very nice. I like the all. Thanks for visiting my blog as well.
I am wondering about moths and a spider’s web in a tearoom. It strikes me as perhaps beautiful to see, but I am not sure I would enjoy drinking tea there.
I picture a quiet and quaint tea room and wonder why the spiders and large moths seem so much at home there.
Oh I see a terrace, late evening, cup of tea and the wonder of twilight …love the first one!
‘divine theatre’ indeed when the burning lamp is the setting sun….a cup of tea in this amazing openness is heavenly…
I must say your poem paints quite an interesting picture, visually appealing like a page pulled out of a book from a classical writer
Much love…
Alan,
I’m inclined to think that this teaoom, is more likely to be an old church or temple. A place of comfort for the soul; perhaps there are paintings which reflect these thoughts…A very placid piece of writing…
Eileen
My goodness, this was lovely! That divine theater will stay with me…
I could picture the moths under an outdoor canopy in the evening, dark with “walls left blank. Then I began viewing a deserted house – things left behind and webs and other small things laced with the dust of time, becoming visible now. I think more reading is required to meld the first and second together for me, but still an intriguing poem of a peaceful place. Reading it again…
Could it be I should be looking for a less literal meaning? Not real moths? Not a real lantern? The heart and broken window? Beauty revealed? The true divine theater now made complete? It is now coming together for me – even if it is not your intent, this makes it profound in my eye.