Alone Still

~ Candace ~ 9 Comments

I picked a blossom from the tree
and put it in my hair for thee
but you were blind and did not care
I was alone still, standing there

You did not see my tears that day
or hear me whisper, “please, just stay”
I bowed my head as if in prayer
I was alone still, standing there

Only the robin in her nest
Replied to my ardent request
She seemed to understand despair
I was alone still, standing there

The sun went down, the moon arose
the stars put on fantastic shows
but I was blind and did not care
I was alone still, standing there

I picked a blossom from the tree
I was alone still, standing there

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Another form challenge from Bastet at MLMM – the Kyrielle Sonnet
B&Ps Shadorma & Beyond

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