Month: May 2016

Mining for Coal

~ Candace ~ 10 Comments

Did it feel like entering
the gates of
Hell -descending into
that dank pit
digging out the bowels
of the earth
breathing in black
dust until your lungs
were filled
covered in the devil’s
own breath
with only the whites
of your eyes glowing
eerily in the darkness
day and night were the same
a tin pail and a lantern
your only solace
a pick axe your weapon

Collaboration for Peace – 19

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We hope that peace is part of your day. Another collaboration by Candy and Mish …

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My Peace

 

I look up

Into the treetops

Where silence is

Broken only by the

Song of the lark

And clouds whisperings

Blue embraces me in

Shades of sapphire

And indigo

This is my peace

© Mish

dragonfly

~ Candace ~ 1 Comment

Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge – May 7
a dragonfly pair
fastened to one another
went flickering by

© Tomas Transtromer

~
holding hands beside the lake
young lovers sit on the grass

Dogwood

~ Candace ~ 13 Comments

d’Verse Meeting the Bar – Golden Shovel

“For one thing there is no snow”
Billy Collins  Report from the Subtropics

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I must thank the neighbors for
planting that tree, just one
that in the spring is a thing
most glorious a sign of hope there
among the evergreens it is
blooming white and shouts “no
longer are we bound by snow”

Tan Renga 5

~ Candace ~ 3 Comments

Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge – 5
“petal lanterns”

petal lanterns –
a waterfall of flowers
her lips touch mine

© Hamish Managua Gunn

the moon shines softly on us
we cast just one shadow

Tan Renga 4

~ Candace ~ 4 Comments

Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge – 4
“morning glory”

morning glory!
the well bucket – entangled,
I ask for water

© Chiyo-Ni

clear mountain stream flows past
my thirst is quenched from above

In Albuquerque

~ Candace ~ 13 Comments

d’Verse Poetics: Sentiments of the Southwest
Mish would like us to join her in the Southwest

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dry winds blow tumble weeds
across hot pavement chasing
each other like children
sunsets finger paint the mountains
a watermelon pink
spring rains turn dull sandy fields
into meadows laughing in flowers
and in the night the howl of
coyotes stirs my soul

Skip Toodle-loo

~ Candace ~ 11 Comments

Just skip it
flip it right
into the pond
let that ring, sink, I think
get lost in the muck
stuck in the ooze
skip the roses
weak psychoses
of apologies
skip town instead
go ahead
I’m through with you
so toodle- loo, buckaroo

~

d’Verse Quadrille is skipping along today