No
you can’t be
you died giving birth
legs gaping
mouth heaving out
curses
you stained my forehead
with the yolk of an egg
meant for curanderos
to interpret
your throat as long
as two hands encircling
a belly tearing out
her burden
your lovers wore felt
holding their hats in nicotine fingers
instead of joining you
theirs was the watchful crow
blue in lamplight
touch the fleeing blood
growing cold on lynx tiles
she was your lover
all of you shared her
grief and easement
like a tenancy of trombones
blowing cold you are
unable in your tarnish
to re-deliver her
scolded by her nature she is
bound by insemination
pushing against her wet thighs
a different kind of urge
get it out get it out get it out
her eyes inherit the cataracts of her
blind ancestors
you rue the days you turned her like a book
leafing through her cavities
planting your frustration in her deep recess
not thinking for a future
where blood makes palm prints
on her hot cheeks and as she lifts in agony
you recall her climax and breathe in
the stale dusk of death
ushering life on the tail end of
unwanted consequence
here is your daughter
she stands naked and boneless
sucking your inability to
grow dignified and wise
you fidget in your plastic seat
as her hands grip your weakness by the stem
enveloping provocation as
men will reach for their reflection
one last time
smoke to the last
their comfortable curse
feet reddened by women
who die beneath
deed
This is awesome and powerful!
Thank you so much! I pulled out the plugs š
Yes you did š
I appreciate YOU my friend.
I appreciate you as well! How could I not? š
So amazing, love.
Thank you so much lovely one xo
Always.
Stunning Feathers…cheers!
Thank you lovely girl!
This is a remarkable piece of writing x
I’m very glad you liked it, I tried hard to convey a whole story and experience and it’s so heartening to feel it touched someone or they enjoyed reading it, that’s all I ever want. Thank you so much my friend, for your support and encouragement, it means a great deal to me. You ROCK!
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Amazing
I’m so glad you liked it my friend š
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Powerful writing from Candice
Thank you so much xo
Powerful? No, I think a new word is needed. Something stronger. The intensity – une furie de mots et sentiments
Thank you so much. I put a lot into this one. I think it sums up a lot about how I feel in general. I’m so glad you felt the fury and fire.
I felt it, the gods must have felt it!
Very well written and complex. “Nicotine fingers” and “tenancy of trombones” are just two examples of how well you can coin a phrase. There’s a lot of metaphor here
Thank you dearly for your comment and appreciation, I am extremely grateful to you!
What’s more powerful than words? You sis…captivating and gripping.
These lines had me:
where blood makes palm prints
on her hot cheeks and as she lifts in agony
you recall her climax and breathe in
the stale dusk of death
Death, an old friend I sometimes miss. You left me thinking of how us humans always need to remind ourselves everyday that death is something of a positive way of seeing things. Maybe not all the time…
Thank you darling, so appreciative, I agree, us humans do need to remind ourselves of this, well said Asmov
You welcome. š
Although, humans struggle with every day challenges and life puts us humans to that test. It’s a balance that humans must contain.
Wise words from my star man
I spoke to David Bowie in my dreams. He said: All the stars in our cosmos need a companion to share what is beyond our galaxy. š
If ANYONE could speak to the Bowie I’d say it would be you!
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Heart touching and sad. I once met an elderly gentleman in the waiting room when my first daughter was being born. He was there for the birth of a grand daughter. He was holding a worn photo of his wife. He leaned over and handed it to me.” That is my wife…she was so beautiful, I loved her to death”. And the cycle of birth and death continue.
It was always my dream to be loved that much, that’s the only worthy thing.
Gripping, raw
Nobody does raw more powerfully than you!!! You pull out all the stops!!! š <3
š I did a bit! š
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Raw, savage, power
ain’t it? š
Powerful indeed, it disturbs the mind to think about and bare witness to such horrendous treatment in our world, as well it should. You give voice to those that I’m sure have felt voiceless in your magnificently penned offerings my friend į¦
Ah so true. I think that the voiceless have a particular urgency to be heard. Thank you dearly my friend.
You’ve left a lump in my stomach with this one. So raw, C!!
Thank you so much dearest Dorinda!
Wow, Candice… this is just amazing. Raw, powerful, all of what everyone already said. The consequences, the reality, birth, life and death and around it goes.
Dear Meg, thank you so much!
You’re very welcome!
Visceral and real …
Thank you dear Daveā”
Such raw power in each word, only you can pull it off Candice
Not true darling you do it all the time but that doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate your kindness and your support because I do very much
I will always support you, always
Fantastic words drawn from the gut and the image is so fitting. Where do you get some of these fascinating images? You don’t really have to reveal your secret š
Damn. This is an incredibly visceral and powerful piece, Candice. I’m almost at a loss for words… You have such a dynamic gift for metaphor. If only the ~men~ of this world could truly grasp the magnitude and scope of this issue, but, perhaps many do, and that is why the project and lash out at any woman they’re lucky enough to ever share company with. My heart goes out to all women. You’re an amazing writer and human being.
It is my humble belief that some men totally get it, I have met some incredible men, but for each one, there is a blind one. The same is true of women but maybe for different reasons. I would guess it is a hate of other women as ‘perceived competition’ which is so wrong-headed because if women stood together and the men who support them, stood with them, there would be an end to inequality and exploitation world-wide.