Morning Delusions

~ Candace ~ 6 Comments

I sit on the porch swing
watching as night shrugs
off its gray shawl and dawn
slips on a rosy pink sweater
My morning tea sends up
luscious swirls of Earl Gray mist
and my mouth begins to
water in anticipation of
the first bite into a cinnamon scone
I open my eyes and smile
inwardly knowing that a mug of
tea and a scone are my reward
for rolling out of bed even after
the sun is already on the job
and night has long since retired

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OctPoWriMo prompt today is “Two Lies and One Truth”

image by Morgan Dragonwillow
image by Morgan Dragonwillow

star gazer

~ Candace ~ 3 Comments

On a rare night when there is no cloud cover, I stand in my yard and marvel at the stars shining above me. I identify constellations and image the mythological beings in the skyscape. On a trip to the high plains of Arizona I stepped out into the night, looked up and saw uncountable stars and constellations playing out the ancient stories in the sky

uncountable. stars
shine down on grazing cattle
Arizona night

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Chocolate Trouble

~ Candace ~ 41 Comments

I didn’t mean to eat
the whole bag – just
one bar, well maybe
just another
They were intended
for witches and pirates
and ghosts who roamed
the dark streets
And now I hear them
stomping up the front
porch steps, giggling
And shushing each
other – too late to turn
off the lights and pretend
I’m not home
My doorbell chimes as
if it is at Westminster
There is no escape and
I smile guiltily as I deposit
boxes of raisins into
outstretched bags and
pumpkins
“It’s better for them” I
mutter to myself

Dear Me

~ Candace ~ 4 Comments

Dear lovely head, hold thoughts of hope and joy – do not let darkness in.
Dear sparkling eyes, find the beauty in all you behold – it is there.
Dear pixie ears, listen to the music of nature – in all seasons.
Dear smiling mouth, do your best to speak truth – but always kindly.
Dear gentle hands, reach out to give aid to others – and accept aid when you are in need.
Dear slender fingers, touch others with love – hold tenderly those who are precious.
Dear faithful feet, travel the path of your own making – the crowd is often headed in the wrong
direction.

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The OctPoWriMo prompt today is to write a “Dear” poem.

Each line starts with “dear (name)”. It is one sentence with one word after thr sentence

I didn’t quite follow the form exactly 😉

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image by Morgan Dragonwillow
image by Morgan Dragonwillow

Prone to Falling

~ Candace ~ 10 Comments

she should wear a wrist band
like in a nursing home –
“fall risk” it reads
in bold letters
she falls for anything
the chop-o-matic that
doesn’t chop onions
the sham-wow that
leaves streaks on her car
a money back guarantee
with fine print
the promise of free shipping
one size fits all
and the man who promised
he would never leave

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Things are not always what they seem – thats the prompt at OctPoWriMo today

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image by Morgan Dragonwillow
image by Morgan Dragonwillow