Author: Candace

I am a reader, a writer, and a snapper of photos

No Satisfaction

~ Candace ~ 22 Comments

A flower was offered to me
but I wanted a garden
A tree was offered to me
but I wanted the forest
A raindrop was offered to me
but I wanted the storm
A moonbeam was offered to me
but I wanted the night
A grain of sand was offered to me
but I wanted the beach
Your love was offered to me
but I wanted your soul

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Poets United – Mid-week Motiff – write a poem starting with these words from William Blake’s My Pretty Rose……… “A flower was offered to me”

Down Town

~ Candace ~ 26 Comments

d’Verse Poetics

Adventures in Traveling

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The midnight train calls out my name
As if a game
Come ride with me
A dreamlike plea

We’ll ride along the night time rails
When day exhales
The city sleeps
Its secrets keep

Bright neon lights eclipse the moon
And streets are strewn
With shiny girls
Sweet music swirls

Dark corners hide the other side
Those cast aside
They tear apart
My beating heart

Let’s ride the train till morning comes
Night’s life succumbs
To men in suits
Women in boots

Collaboration for Peace – 10

~ Candace ~ 1 Comment

Here we are in our tenth week of “Collaboration for Peace”!
Be sure to check out Mish’s blog at mishunderstood
We hope you have enjoyed a peaceful Sunday.

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Adrift

We cannot see further
Than each step that we take
Hearts are obscured
By the choices we make

We muddle our minds
With things that don’t matter
Set adrift in the storm
Broken and battered

Searching for peace
In faraway lands
When peace is a power
That rests in our hands

The Portrait

~ Candace ~ 10 Comments

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I am the poser
You are my painter
You color me with reds

and yellows, orange
Colors that burn my skin
torch my soul

You slash and splash
upon the canvas
While I long for cooling blues

soothing green
the gentle touch of
a fine haired brush

So I will wait until
you turn away
then I will color you

black

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Mag 306
painting by Cesar Santos

Magic Words

~ Candace ~ 13 Comments

The king in fancy rags
performed his magic
transformed my words
into a song
took each letter
and twisted them
into balloon animals
then let them float free
“And where des wordies
should dey land, sweet girl?”
“In Pennsylvania please,
kind sir.”
“Then off they fly to
pencil in a vanity.”
I closed my eyes following
that trail of letters
all the way home.

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Wow, what fun we’re having in the Imaginary Garden!!
The challenge is to “Fashion Me Your Words To Wit” by being a T&T Pierrot Grenade.
Here’s my attempt.