Tag: Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

Spin Me Around

~ Candace ~ 19 Comments

I’m getting dizzy in a
tizzy
from the spin you’ve

pinned to the truth
with your fancy suit
that suits you well

and a snazzy tie-
clip appearing to be
or not to be a gentle-

man you pull out
chairs and open doors
charming smile all

the while
until you speak and
make me think I don’t

have a clue

—–
It’s the Sunday Mini Challenge at Real Toads
using a quote from Terry Pratchett’s Carpe Jugulum
“Don’t trust the cannibal just ‘cos he’s usin’ a knife and fork!”

So Much

~ Candace ~ 27 Comments

so much depends upon
the jet stream

and barometric pressure

driving rain and gentle snow
unpredictable squalls

and you

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It’s Fireblossom Friday in the Imaginary Garden and all
toads have been challenged to write a new poem starting with the opening lines of “The Red Wheelbarrow” by William Carlos Williams

Roving

~ Candace ~ 20 Comments

image

hiking the trail
boots treading lightly
backpack like a
papoose hugging
me tightly
I follow those who
blazed the way
through this verdant forest
who honored the
earth and stream –
life source
respected the bear
and coyote, rabbit
and mouse
I walk alone with
only my thoughts
as companions
and those thoughts
are of you

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Flash 55 PLUS! at Real Toads

picture from twentytwowords

Lost

~ Candace ~ 28 Comments

if I stepped out
into space would
you hold tightly to the
tether thats holds me
to my earth,
my blue planet
would you reign me in
if I grew weary of
exploring, seeking
you – the air
I breath
the sun that
wakes me
the moon that
kisses me at night
if I stepped boldly
into worlds unknown
would you follow
trailing behind
guiding me home again
if I stepped lightly
into space
would you be
my tether
or start the
countdown
letting me
float
a-
way

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the challenge today in the Garden is to write an new poem based on one of
David Bowie’s songs – I keep humming the melancholy Space Oddity

I’ll be posting at dVerse Open Link too

 

night sacrifice

~ Candace ~ 8 Comments

I gaze up at night
to see the moon gazing
back at me
its muted light barely
cuts the darkness
it does not get the acclaim
the daytime sun garners
we do not lay under its
glow – soaking up rays
instead we sleep while
it keeps guard

it is unique in the sky

does it get lonely
I gaze up at night
and ask the man I see
if it is worth the sacrifice

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Just Jot It January 13th  –  sacrifice

Imaginary Garden  –  The Tuesday Platform

seeking silence

~ Candace ~ 8 Comments

in solitude I searched
for silence
– when the sun slid

above the horizon,
but heard instead the
happy chirping

of morning birds
– in the afternoon stillness
the sound of buzzing

filled the air as bees
went about their busy-ness
– as the sun gave up the day

and the dusk of evening
enveloped me,
but the breeze whispered

in the trees, rustling the leaves
– even under the gentle moon a
chorus of crickets were singing

In solitude I searched
for silence
and found peace instead

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Tuesday Platform – the sound of silence
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Ripples

~ Candace ~ 20 Comments

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Swan Lake by Derek Finch

How can I reach you
teach you, touch you
You cannot hear me
are not near me,
gone away
You do not see me
believe in me,
trust my words
If I could fly, I would
And so
I will toss my love
into the air
let it’s ripples
find you, bind you
to me

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Flash 55 PLUS!

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The Heart Of The Matter

~ Candace ~ 11 Comments

she does not remember
that i am her daughter
she thinks i am her sister

and asks how mother
feels today
she does not remember

that she has already
eaten lunch – her
favorite, grilled cheese

and tomato soup
even though the front
of her blouse is dotted

with soup spots
she does not remember
that her husband died

twenty years ago
and says she must get
home to fix dinner for Al

but as we walk down
the hall to her room –
arm in arm –

i smile while she sings
You Are My Sunshine
and she remembers

every word

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