Tag: Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

If Wishes Were Ponies

~ Candace ~ 13 Comments

“May I please have a pony?”
I asked when I was three
and mom and dad just smiled
at me and answered, “Well, we’ll see.”

“May I please have a pony?”
I asked when I was ten
and mom and dad just smiled
at me and said, “We’ll see.” – again

“May I please have a pony?”
I asked at seventeen
and mom and dad just smiled
at me – I knew they weren’t so keen

Now I am grown and married
with a daughter who is three
and when she asks I smile at her
“Maybe next year, yes I’ll see.”

—-

Day two of the April Poem-a-day challenge at Real Toads.

 

Foolish Me

~ Candace ~ 13 Comments

you call me foolish
a little uncoolish

my head’s in the clouds
ignoring the crowds

my toes are a tapping
my own beat I’m clapping

I speak with a pen
don’t seek false amen

don’t need your instruction
in this little production

I’m calling my life

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just foolin’ around with poetry for

Poetics Asides April PAD and with other toads in the garden at Real Toads

Holey Socks

~ Candace ~ 7 Comments

Real Toads  – Play It Again, Toads
Mary’s Mixed Bag : Poetry of the Ordinary

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they were my favorite pair
fuzzy socks with alternating
green, blue, and teal stripes
and now they have betrayed me

with holes in the heels
just tiny holes for now
but holes are not static
when no one is looking

they grow, slowly, steadily
from dime, to nickel,
to quarter size until
your favorite socks turn

on you – rubbing throbbing
blisters on the bottom
of your feet and you
have no choice but to

turn those favorite socks
into a puppet couple with
red yarn hair and silly grins

Memorizing You

~ Candace ~ 18 Comments

At Real Toadswe’re Under an Influence for the Weekend-Mini
I used Memorizing “The Sun Rising” by John Donne, by Billy Collins as my inspiration

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i tried to memorize
your eyes
your nose
your mouth

so that when you
were gone
(or maybe i)
the image would remain

i tried to remember
the feel of
your skin
your hair

your breath on my neck
so that when you
went away
(or maybe i)

some sense of you would remain
now here, alone, they fade but
from the next room
from the next town

your image
your touch
are the beats of my heart
that i call love

Sensory Love

~ Candace ~ 20 Comments

 

I love the illusion of you
that lingers on your
favorite chair and in
the rumpled sheets
I love the scent of you
that hangs in the air
after you pass by
I love the sound of you
that echoes through
these empty rooms
when you are gone
I love the feel of you
at the end of a day
when there is just us

Magic Words

~ Candace ~ 13 Comments

The king in fancy rags
performed his magic
transformed my words
into a song
took each letter
and twisted them
into balloon animals
then let them float free
“And where des wordies
should dey land, sweet girl?”
“In Pennsylvania please,
kind sir.”
“Then off they fly to
pencil in a vanity.”
I closed my eyes following
that trail of letters
all the way home.

—-

Wow, what fun we’re having in the Imaginary Garden!!
The challenge is to “Fashion Me Your Words To Wit” by being a T&T Pierrot Grenade.
Here’s my attempt.

Footsteps

~ Candace ~ 22 Comments

My hiking boots were well worn, scuffed and muddy. With each step along the Appalachian Trail I could feel the footsteps of those who had hiked before me.
I had no illusions about my abilities. I would not be a thru-hiker, or a day- hiker, only a few-hours hiker. The section I chose was fairly level but wound through ancient hardwood forests. The air was cooled by the leafy canopy above, perfumed by native plants in the understory. The sun stubbornly pushed its way through the green ceiling. Birds chirped and small animals skittered through the pungent leaf litter on the ground. No other hiker passed by and I walked on in silence, adding my footprints to history.

~

slanted sunlight
shines through leafy canopy
lace on the trail

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Transforming with Nature’s wonders at Real Toads
—
Kikobun at Carpe Diem

Mama Said

~ Candace ~ 37 Comments

Mama said shock me
rock me
knock my socks off

thrill me -chill me
use skill
instill me

with wonder
or thunder
pull me asunder

scatter my heart
flatter my soul
it doesn’t matter

unlock the chatter
spill out the worst
shock me

speak of demons
leave me weak
with fear or cheer

deep in the night
delight takes flight
replaced with dread

the dead arise
it’s only lies
you realize when

light arrives
just
shock me

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Over at Toads Mama Zen wants to be shocked in 77words

I’ll also be posting at d’Vers Poets for OLN