Chasing the crepsular rays
of the dying day
Hoping to make time
stand still – to arrest
the advent of the night
Running from the grip
of that Cimmerian shade
As daylight sings its swan-
song she mourns the things
that could have been
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Author: Candace
I am a reader, a writer, and a snapper of photos
At the Falls
where else will you see tourists
in matching raincoats lining up
to peek behind a waterfall
where else will you see photographs
of daredevils in barrels
where else will you see rainbows with no rain
where else will you see people in love
holding hands shiny new rings on their fingers
where else will you see the unleashed power of a river
that carves a horseshoe out of rock
Allergic to “e”
I walk slowly down a dirt path into dark woods, following a sound unknown to mankind. As I inch my way toward what I think is an animal, this sound transforms into song. Curious but still afraid I inch my way forward. Hiding abaft a giant oak, I stand still waiting for calming thoughts. Looking around, anticipating horror, I find no villain but a troop of giggly girl scouts.
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thought I’d give this challenge a try
Write a whole paragraph without any word containingthe letter “e”.
night
night creeps slowly past
the fading light and sits in
the void left behind
Stardust
build me no monument
after I’m gone
sing no love songs
at my grave
write no poems
extolling my virtues
just send my ashes
into the wind to be
mixed with the cosmic
dust and one day
become a star
water – a Haiku
water sustains life
and just as quickly takes it
a fickle mistress
A Gaze
A beautiful face
Wisdom lies behind
The sparkle in your eye
Love flows from you to me
I have much to learn you
Have so much to give
You are my best friend
So thinks the man
So thinks the boy
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Travelog : destination The Louvre
Golden Talisman
it was left to me – cleaning
out drawers and closets
after he was gone
my dad, who never
threw anything away
I stumbled over a river
of books that trickled
across the bedroom floor
the old chenille bedspread
was still turned down, ready
for the body that matched
the indentations of the mattress
the closet door stuck – it always
had – and I tugged, hard
until it yawned open
there looking out at me was
the assemblage of an
everyday wardrobe
I pulled the faded, pilled blue
sweater that he wore all winter
from the wooden hanger
shrugged it over my shoulders
the lingering trace of aftershave
caressed me like a gentle hug
my fingers touched something
solid, round, smooth at the bottom
of a deep pocket – a ring
in my hand was my mother’s
simple gold wedding band kept
as a talisman of love for thirty years
tears brimmed, then released
like twin waterfalls cascading
down my cheeks
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Triumphant Song
chanteuse unwelcome
at home finds Paris gracious
sings triumphantly
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July PAD Travelog over at
Renewal
Let’s dump it all –
the flotsam and jetsam
of many decades starting
with pithy retorts made
with no thought given
to their effects
Let’s load that caitiff
who lurks in the background
into a pick-up truck and
haul him away
You wince at the rictus of
my discontent that bristles
and jags like an
unshaven face
We have accumulated
problem as if we are hoarders
I sway under the weight
of them the way a sapling
does on a windy day
bending, not breaking
Let’s scuttle this worn out
life and start fresh
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