xxxxxWhen she was very young
younger than the reborn
who climb out of shell
lick themselves shellac
for fear of bombs
before those days
in a cradle among men
the oracle told her
you are thursdays child
doomed it seems to go far
the road will not always be there
to see among weeds
at times
crows will fly down
try to peck out your eyes
at times
the sun will bake you still
in mid-stride
at times
your heart will be shredded
and make a good meal
on desert floor
for pudding you will bake yourself soft
open up your latched doors
for night to sweep clean
such your journey will seem
endless and sharp
like climbing through thorns
touching your blood
as it writes out the will
fate has bequeathed those
unable to stand still
every once in a while
a friend will offer you shelter
sit you near to the harth
bandage your hurt
do not forget
those who protesth loudest
are often spliced souls
seeking revenge like tempting
mirage beckons hungry traveler
however much you may seek
this gentle solace
it comes with a price
take off the journey and inherit
their destruction
better you stay on the road
act as you are treated
for death in rehearsal
makes soldiers of the acursed
soon they will sink into sand
you will find yourself
with those who remain
holding your hand
steady in the walk

0 Replies to “Steady in the walk”

  1. Well there you go again showing off your skills of poetry, but then again I did nickname you poetry’s muse
    Click my name and send me a request C so I can let you in my blog.

    1. Agreed. In fact the other day I thought about this in relation to you and how you were a steadfast person and I felt, as such, a very loyal and trustworthy one. I may not think everyone is like that but when you meet someone who is, you sort of want to glue yourself to them 😉

  2. The burst of your imagery touched me poetically.
    This line wow!!!
    your heart will be shredded
    and make a good meal
    on desert floor
    Very visual and superb writing sister. 🙂 I’m so lucky that your my family and that I love calling you my sister every day. 🙂

    1. Thanks for texting me the other day, it was a BAD day for me and you really brightened it up with your texts I’m so grateful for that, and for you Asmov – never forget that –

        1. Plus please know that no matter what, one day I’ll buy your best selling poetry book and smile at the picture of you on the back that eventually you will not be too shy to put, and say ‘I always knew he would’

          1. Well, sis…I never want to be the best selling book. I just want to speak to the underground poets like us. Trust me, I’m against corporate publishing. I prefer to be independent on my own.
            Underground poets like us produce the best quality of poetry there is. You sis produce the best poetry I have ever read.
            My next book is my gift to you. 🙂

    1. I had followed you before dear one but then when I changed my site everything got messed up so I was glad to find you again my friend – thank you for also following me again xo

  3. May friends always be there to offer shelter.. Another remarkable piece of writing dear Candice as was Dominique..
    Sending my thoughts your way, with love and lots of hugs..
    Sue xxx

    1. Oh dear one, I agree, may friends be there to offer shelter that’s such an apropos mantra and so often it is the case as so often it is not, hence the papercuts and the moments of joy

        1. Ah Sue you are so right. I have made the error of thinking people were true friends when they were anything but, and then that throws your gut-instinct and faith in yourself and trust all over the place. The only thing that helps is when you walk through fire to see who is still standing next to you, as you say, then you know. Wise lady.

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