The Fisherman

~ Candace ~ 34 Comments

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(photo by Gabriella)

The old man had fished trout steams all over the country. He had the best tackle money could buy, everything his many guides had recommended. He’d fished in clear mountain streams and beside raging rivers. He’s caught salmon, walleye, perch, and pike.
Now in retirement he has met his match. Every morning he sits along the stream in the little town near his home, patiently casting his line over and over, trying to catch the elusive trout that live in its deep pools.

finding refuge
under an old stone bridge
native trout

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Haibun Monday # 6 at d’Verse

Collaboration for Peace – 6

~ Candace ~ 11 Comments

It’s Sunday (actually it’s Saturday but I’m traveling all day Sunday and won’t be able to post) which means another Collaboration For Peace! Mishand I are happy to share our creations and hope that they can inspire you in some small way.

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(photo by Mish)

Peace Comes

peace comes not from inky
words on paper
or notes sung by choirs of angels
it comes instead when two souls
reach across the gap of
their differences
to find commonality

© candace kubinec

Wipers

~ Candace ~ 20 Comments

long black arms
keeping rhythm

squeak,flop
squeak, flop
squeak, flop

trying vainly to
wipe away the
falling raindrops
on our windshield

as we count the miles to home

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IMAGE-ine: d’Verse – Meeting The Bar

Victoria has challenged us to write a poem in the style of imagism

Word Weary

~ Candace ~ 6 Comments

this poem is a little
stained
strained and
stretched
across the page
it’s been reworked
reformed
reimagined
rolled up
ironed out
let out – taken in
unravelled
stitched to
gether
crinkled in my pocket
erased and re-
scribbled
in crayon
this poem is
just
worn-
out

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the Wednesday prompt at Poetic Asides today is – stained