Month: December 2015

Set Me Free

~ Candace ~ 17 Comments

There is nothing free about this verse.

It has me tethered to my pen with the timer set for enough minutes to make a cup of tea. Instead here I sit, not free but tethered.

I could be watching something mindless on tv but instead I am bound by ink to this page, not free.

These minutes could have been used for online shopping – it is almost Christmas, you know. But I am tethered to a notebook, not free at all.

A prisoner to words pouring onto this page once blank. The timer ticks out a rhythm and my pen follows, dragging me along, dragging my feet, my mind and on the other end of time my muse sits grinning. She has her feet up, doing her nails – oh, yes, I could have done my nails in these minutes!

This verse is not free. It has me tethered by sentences until – ding!

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Today at Meet the Bar over at dVerse Poets Pub we were challenged to set a timer and do some free writing

the gardener haibun

~ Candace ~ 3 Comments

She loved her garden in spring the best. It’s true that in each season there is beauty but nothing compares to the hopefulness of tiny green shoots emerging from months spent biding their time underground. Everyday she could see how much they grew as they were nurtured by the gentle spring sun. Soft rain quenched their thirst. Each shoot knew it was destined for greatness under the watchful eye of the gardener.

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tiny green shoots
push through the bare earthen crust
determined to bloom

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Carpe Diem Special #187 – Georgia’s 3rd “idyllic spring”

Without Benefit of Moon

~ Candace ~ 41 Comments

we spread a blanket
on the ground
lay down to feel
the world go round

to watch the showy
stars of night
go dancing by-
squeal with delight

to toast celestial
bodies glow
with bread and cheese
and fine pinot

the clouds were heavy
in the sky
they cloaked the stars
from human eye

but we saw stars
in spite of this
we found them in
a moonless kiss

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Don’t Clasp Too Tightly

~ Candace ~ 8 Comments

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(photo from Magpie Tales)

hesitation is my name
i know you well
you are the child
who stands on the edge
of fun, afraid you might
say or do the wrong thing
frightened of the laughter
should you fall
waiting for an invitation
to join the fraternity
of the playground
i stand silently beside you
holding your hand just
long enough-just until
it’s too late to jump on
life’s merry-go-round
but do not clasp my hand
too tightly for soon
regret will take my place

Midnight Clear choka

~ Candace ~ 14 Comments

a clear winter night
millions of stars sparkled
against the black sky
gentle snowflakes float to earth
land on noble fir
where mouse and rabbit huddle
from the distant town
sounds of voices joined in song
float across the fields
notes of joy, peace, hopefulness
echo through the air
the stars shine brighter and
the tree stands prouder
mouse and rabbit sleep soundly
undisturbed this silent night

© Candace Kubinec

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