By TheFeatheredSleepPosted on


The blue
Crawls like a line of water
Containing streak of mercury
And just as you find
Strength
The blue
Omnipresent and unseen
Creeps closer
A malignant thing
Like a clerics collar loosened, seems a forlorn thing of no purpose
Disguarded stockings will lag wilted without wearer
Stripes on birthday paper are torn jagged
The margin of a novel bleeds it’s culmination
Deep grain in wooden table covers the scar
Flat white landscape, divided by sky and land
Endlessly running over the edge
Like blue hemmed girls, with pinkened mouths
Agape at the nonsense
Of our emotions
As they rise and fall 
Chords of melodies discordant
One step ahead of prediction
Mountain cedar wrapping her weeze
And January storm gathering
Washing out pollen like quiet swimmer
Reaching distant shoreline

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16 Replies to “Moment #1”

  3. Sometimes, you fight and fight until strength gets up, gathers its things, and says, “I’ve had enough.” That’s what my down days feel like…
    I can appreciate this–the raw beauty and sadness wrapped up in it:
    “The blue
    Crawls like a line of water
    Containing streak of mercury
    And just as you find
    Strength
    The blue
    Omnipresent and unseen
    Creeps closer
    A malignant thing”
    I loathe it too. A solid piece of writing, Candice. Here’s hoping your tomorrow will not be like your today.

  6. What moments your words have captured, especially here in these lines, “Like a cleric’s collar loosened, seems a forlorn thing of no purpose”.

  9. The cleric’s collar took me straight back to my father. He used to cut the white strips that go into the middle at the front out of old ice cream containers! I remember helping him do that. Random trivia 🙂

  11. It was the loosened cleric’s collar that got me too. What a strong image for something completely useless and meaningless. Your natural images, especially that last one of the January storm, are lovely.

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