lusciuos,red and ripe
waiting to be picked, plucked, bought
by handsome stranger
lying on emarald bed
watermelon seduction
Author: Candace
I am a reader, a writer, and a snapper of photos
Conversion
She had secret, unbidden musings
Musings uttered only in the lines of a poem
A poem full of razor speak and gossip
Gossip that alarms like lightening strikes in a storm
A storm that bathes sour, thirsty words, softening them
Forming them anew like bronze in a sculptor’s hands
Into burnished intonations of love
Old Dreams
he wanted to be an artist
a young man, a dreamer
living in Paris or Florence
creating masterpieces then
not to sell but to present –
to give his paramour
the essence of his very soul
a gift rare and precious –
his life did not allow whimsy
an old man, he painted her walls instead
an old man, he painted her walls instead
his life did not allow whimsy
a gift rare and precious –
the essence of his very soul
to give his paramour
not to sell but to present –
creating masterpieces then
living in Paris or Florence
a young man, a dreamer
he wanted to be an artist
Selfish Cloud
I held the sun within my hands
Its warmth and light were mine alone
No other creature felt its touch
No plant would feast from sunlight’s hand
No lake or sea would sparkle, flash
With diamonds placed upon each face
I thought I heard a crying sound
The sky was weeping raindrop tears
Of loneliness and dark despair
I knew in time I must let go
Release the rays and let them shine
Upon the aching tear-stained land
How to Catch a Star
Step outside on a clear summer night
Cast your eyes upward to see the light
Of a million stars in the dark firmament
The gow of lost planets already spent
Close your eyes tightly, breath in, breath out
Empty your mind – earasing all doubt
That those pinpoints of light are too far away
For your small earthbound finger to stretch out to play
With the sparkling wonderful magic in space
Trust your heart, look at me, find your star in my face
moment of change
life bursts forth from seed
tiny green shoot seeks the sun
no longer dormamt
haze – a haiku
heat of noonday sun
veiled behind the gentle haze
of morning’s rousing
Tone on Tone
you sit to
make music with just
two colors
you play on
black and white, fingers flying
and I hear rainbows
Garden Gone Awry
It looked like a regular seed
So instructions I deigned not to read
Into the dirt
Fertilizer, a squirt
It must be a hybrid – indeed,
Camping
We fell asleep to the lullaby
Of raindrops on canvas
Tree branches painted
Silhouettes for our delight
Frogs and crickets performed
An opus for an audience of two
Delicate, intricate lace webs
Adorned the peaks of our fortress
A clement wind rocked us
To the rhythm of the moon
Nature cast her nighttime spell
Again
(I used a quote from Langston Hughes as my Plus!
“Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain
beat upon your head with silver
liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby”
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