Tag: dVerse

Tenebrous Friend

~ Candace ~ 6 Comments

Tenebrous Friend

 

 

We revel in the light

Hang stings of sparkling bulbs

to help us forget that darkness

exists, to erase our fears of unknown

matter. We turn our backs on

the night and worship the sun

How quickly we forget that nightfall

is the one friend that will keep our secrets

 

St Lucy – bringing light into the darkness.

 

Candied

~ Candace ~ 7 Comments

d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #166. “I Like Candy”

 

Candied

 

 

I’ve been candied

A hard shell has been poured

over my soft center, protecting it

from constant poking and prodding

Hiding in the creamy sweetness

of my heart is a tiny morsel of

hardness, waiting to defend it from

any who reach too deeply

 

 

Quadrille # 166 – I Like Candy

Still Waiting

~ Candace ~ 5 Comments

Still Waiting

 

It was a time of bangles and tambourines –

a time of freedom, when we were seventeen

We danced, barefoot, in a field

amid a jungle of wildflowers and kneeled

 

beneath a cashmere moon, joining

hearts and voices with the universe, rejoicing

 

We thought we could punch a hole in the future

and our dreams would be the mending sutures

 

And now, we still strum our guitars,

waiting for the promised avatar

 

—

Poetics: The Indian connection

Travelers

~ Candace ~ 5 Comments

Travelers

 

I watch them, young people with

their backpacks and trendy clothes,

their cool hairstyles and uncomfortable shoes.

They walk through the airport with a

confidence bestowed on them by

nature. Secure in their ability to navigate

the maze of shops and signage and crowds.

I can not help wandering how they will

weather the storms that living brings or

if they too will someday join the shuffling

mass of elderly travelers, confused and hesitant.

A Scintilla of Hope

~ Candace ~ 11 Comments

A Scintilla of Hope

 

It survived like a susurrus

in the Autumn garden

A small spark, brightly shining

through the increasing feuillemort

and shortened days

An aliferous creature that was

about to begin a perilous journey

to ensure to continuation of its species

I watched, humbled by the courage

of this belle ame as it flew away,

needing nothing more from me but a prayer

 

–

* It’s migration season for the Monarch butterflies, which have recently been put on the endangered species list.  Plant some milkweed.

Poetics: There’s a Word for That

Mish, I hope I used these lovely words correctly. Thanks for this ‘wordiferous’ prompt

 

Out of Oz

~ Candace ~ 4 Comments

Out of Oz

 

This poem is tripping down the yellow brick road

Stumbling over letters stuck in the cracks

Picking them up and filling its pockets

Saving them for a rainy day

Looking for some wizard to give it words

Of en(courage)ment, a phrase or two to

Send its ruby red heart spinning home again

But there is no one lurking behind the curtain

No one waiting with badges or magic spells

Only a little dog who remembers the way

So it spills words upon the bricks and

Writes a goodbye letter to this emerald mirage

 

Open Link Night # 322- Lions and Tigers and Bears, Oh My!

August Again

~ Candace ~ 14 Comments

August Again

 

It’s hot and you are grumpy.

All the tomatoes are ripening at once,

the cucumbers are wilting, and the

neighbor’s orange cat is using the flower

bed for a litter box.

The garden looks tired, worn out, as if

it just doesn’t care any more.

The Sun is an unrelenting ball of heat.

The night air carries no coolness.

I sit by the open kitchen window wondering

if this month has any redeeming qualities

when in a corner of the yard I see the large

white blossoms of the moonflower vine. This

glow of promise amid the darkness reminds me

that each season holds a beauty of its very own.

I shall make it my mission to search for it.

 

–

Poetics: Sometimes August isn’t recognized