I desire things I’m not allowed to have
like a ball of twine will wish to be perfectly recalled
nothing looks as new after it is worn
I carry the burrs, twigs and meal of my journey
the caterpillar hollows my tunnel
the firefly lights the way ahead
she told me, the way people smell is how she knows
whom to trust, whom to join, whom to discard
her feet are hennaed, her eyelashes thick like horse hair
when she looks at me, the moon is insignificant in contrast
these sighs ride on a warm wind to far-flung places
we follow as addicts of destination
there is nothing about here keeping us
aside ourselves and the anchor of habit
…
in novels the heroines grow older and more hesitant
to join eclipsing tide and sail away
you have never had such palsy
you are brimming with courage like
a stout drink of rum and your lips taste
of cane sugar and nectar and hot-house flowers
it is the wakening of ice over water
turning from a mirror back into ocean
we dive from volcanic rocks and the sun
casts her web around us in perfect seclusion
just then, the sound of the world cannot be heard
it is only the whisker of your hair against my arms
as I pull you closer
your smile is a lantern lighting doubt
your fingers are paint brushes altering my color
from blue to silver and indivisible
as damosels who love
their joy bound to convention
we live twice as hard
to make up for those never permitted
left to hear the roar of their heart
in the emptied hollow of a seashell
on a beach somewhere
where you walk
footprints leading me
into transparent water
Your poetry sings. Just beautiful.
Me and your writing have a thing…I think it’s pretty serious. xo
I walked the beach today for the first time in years. Jingle shells and pebbles…yet what beautiful energy here. Lovely, Candice. Life…
Thank you too💕
exquisite, so many lovely images and impressions
Ooh envious! Must have been lovely! Thank you dear girl 💓
When there’s that one that brightens up the day and lifts you outta the funk, they’re the sun… more important the a tiresome breath.
This is flawless, ma’am.
Such love, occupying an interlude set apart from the mundane world. You transport us.
Correction: *more important than a tiresome breath
Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
TheFeatheredSleep – “your smile is a lantern lighting doubt”
wonderfully wordy with great imagery
Damn I love this!! 💗💗💗
when she looks at me, the moon is insignificant in contrast”
Wow….
Your poems have smaller poems inside them, just as lovely – like poetry kaleidoscopes
Romping imagery, Candy
Ah thank you sweet friend thank you
Thank you so very much
I officially LOVE your response here!
You’re most welcome.
LOL
You gave me a handful of grins and blushes and smiles lovely girl
Wonderfully penned down
I just adored the lines :
we live twice as hard
to make up for those never permitted
left to hear the roar of their heart
in the emptied hollow of a seashell
left on a beach somewhere
This just flowed like the tide on a glorious beach….. gorgeous.