Author: Candace

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

In Love

~ Candace ~ 6 Comments

It was a warm summer day and her waiting was over. Tiny fingers wrapped themselves around her finger – ten pink fingers. Soft hair, like finest silk covered his slightly misshapen head and long, thick lashes shaded his eyes. His cheeks were smooth and delicate lips curled up in what she knew in her heart was a smile. She was in love.

newborn swaddled
in his mother’s gentle arms
first love

—–

Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille

MLMM

So Much

~ Candace ~ 27 Comments

so much depends upon
the jet stream

and barometric pressure

driving rain and gentle snow
unpredictable squalls

and you

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It’s Fireblossom Friday in the Imaginary Garden and all
toads have been challenged to write a new poem starting with the opening lines of “The Red Wheelbarrow” by William Carlos Williams

With Closed Eyes

~ Candace ~ 39 Comments

she always closed her eyes
when wishing on a star
she could not bear the scar
if there were only lies

some planet in disguise
bold, shameless avatar
she always closed her eyes
when wishing on a star

she did not realize
the moon strummed a guitar
hummed love songs from afar
with tender moonbeam sighs –
she always closed her eyes

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Today at d’Verse Poets Pub, Gayle from Bodhirose has challenged us to write a Rondel
Meeting the Bar; the Rondel

Day Off

~ Candace ~ 38 Comments

“Your shoes will make you happy today”

—
my shoes have taken the day off
the pink pumps are sleeping in
those boots are not made for walking

and walking shoes are hiding
under my bed sticking their
tongues out at the sun

even my flip flops have flipped
over and gone back to sleep
my toes are giggling as they

wiggle in the dewy grass
and I am happy

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They’re talking fortune cookies at the d’Vers Pub today

Dreaming

~ Candace ~ 29 Comments

I did not sleep until
I heard the owl call
to me and the

crickets sing
a lullaby of
gentle songs

moon and stars
were my night-lights
chasing away the

phantoms that lurked
in the corners of the
night

only then did I dream

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Over ar dVerse it’s a Quadrille Monday – thanks Bjorn

Moby Me

~ Candace ~ 14 Comments

image

~~       photo by Caroline Knopf

I am the white whale
you seek – not meek
I watch the horizon
patiently waiting
until you appear
flinging words
like swords
that pierce with
each syllable
but this time
I will counter
with a gentleness
meant to disarm
charm
and I will capture you

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