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Well Aged Love

~ Candace ~ 15 Comments

Tuesday Poetics at d’Verse Poets – the sound of love

Well Aged Love

creaking bones
and after dinner burps
soft snuffling beside
me in bed
and even some
midnight flatulence
moans and groans
when getting up
in the morning
whistling (off key)
in the shower
grunting anytime
bending is required
sounds of well
aged love

Captured

~ Candace ~ 26 Comments

We’re writing a Quadrille at d’Verse  Poets where Bjorn is tending bar.
44 words using the word ‘Jar’
~

if I could, I would
capture your
smile in a jar
to comfort me
on cloudy days
or stormy nights
and when I’m cold or
feeling scared I
would open the lid
ever so slightly
to hear your laugh
and I’d be brave again

__

also posting this on the Tuesday Platform at Real Toads

Bee Yourself

~ Candace ~ 7 Comments

you buzz about like
you think you’re
a queen be(e)ing
rude, dismissive,
uninterested in any
thing but yourself

they all flit around
trying to gain your
favor – be(e)your favorite
worker, the most productive –
flowery words winging
through the room

and in the corner – all
alone, unimpressed, under
dressed, one solitary
bumbling be(e)ing
scribbles all he sees
into a poem

___
It’s about bees (in three stanzas) in the Garden this weekend

My Lacuna

~ Candace ~ 10 Comments

the word rolls
effortlessly from
my tongue –
lacuna
it has a romantic
sound
the sound of
a cello playing
a silky feeling
like soft melon
in my mouth
luscious and exotic
hiding the true meaning
the empty place beside
me – the gap in my world
where I am stranded
since you are gone

~

it’s the Flash 55 PLUS! challenge in theGraden
55 words – the plus is using the word lacuna

Left Bereft

~ Candace ~ 2 Comments

At B&Ps Shadorma and Beyond, Bastet has introduced us to the Shadorma Summation – write a poem (about a sad moment in this prompt) with a Shadorma as ending

Left Bereft

once you were gone
part of my history
vanished with you
I’m left behind with
no one who knows me
the way a sister does
no one who loved me from
the moment of
my birth
~
now I must
carry on alone
memories
to comfort
or make me giggle again
like when we were kids

Four Again

~ Candace ~ 1 Comment

If only we were four
again
I’d give you the last
cherry popsicle
and let you jump in
the pool first
If only we were four
again
I’d share my hot dog
with you
and even put ketchup
on it because that’s
how you like it
If only we were four
again
I would hold your hand
and give you big hugs
and cry when you had
to go home
maybe
just for today
we could be four
again

Poetic Bloomings  :An Entertaining Summer #25 – Butterflies