Solar Dilemma

~ Candace ~ 4 Comments

solar dilemma

I’m tempted to sneak a peek
just because they said – don’t
a chance glance surely won’t
strike me down, leave me weak

I’m tempted to stop and stare
as if I don’t care about the hype
of a solar type
just a quick look up, on a dare

moon and sun deserve some time
to wave a greeting as they pass by
without us gawking or being spies
on this private meeting in Northern clime

I’ll stay in the dark with my little box
watch as the shadow crosses by
resist the desire to look up to the sky
till the moon floats away – sunlight unblocks

shifted flowers

~ Candace ~ 2 Comments

Carpe Diem #1239 shifted flowers (unknown artist)

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pressed flowers
faded memories
in a book

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I’ve been absent from this communty of Haiku poets for a while. Good to be back.

Waitin

~ Candace ~ 7 Comments

d’Verse Poets Pub -Poetics: Musical Muse
Mish is tending bar at the Pub and humming a little tune for our inspiration
I used “Blowin’ in the Wind’ by Bob Dylan

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Waitin’

It was just Blowin’ In The Wind
waiting for someone to notice
just hangin’ out hoping
someone would reach up
grab it, nab it
biding its time, twiddling its
thumbs, wondering why someone
didn’t realize its been here
the whole time
ready to be embraced
longing to be shared
hoping someone will wipe
the hate from their eyes
and find peace

High Flying Dreamer

~ Candace ~ 11 Comments

d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #38 – Dream

Sweet dreams, De
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High Flying Dreamer

I’m dreaming, scheming, seeming
to fly to the edge of the gleaming sun
then fall back to earth,screaming
with joy, hair streaming behind like a sail
inhale, exhale, breath slowly
let it flow, run downhill
until exhausted I rest in the
arms of Orpheus

Friendship

~ Candace ~ 15 Comments

Weekend Mini-Challenge: Out of Your Own Words
I’m using the line, solitude is my friend, from my poem Simply Me

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Friendship

solitude is my friend
she sits quietly beside me
holding my hand
whispering in my ear
telling me my words matter

solitude is my friend
she nudges my muse
into wakefulness when
morning slips through
the kitchen window

solitude is my friend
she sits quietly beside me
as night steals the light
comforting me with her presence
until sleep taps me on the shoulder