Make as you will
A figure from paper
Layer each breath
Run glue until it shines
Keep all strength in
Let no part be feeble
Save us in our design
Fortify the bow, the stern and sides
Carve meaning in ancient symbol
Burn black, secret incantation
Deeper than dermis
Throw stones to guide direction
Light fires on shoreline and
Whisper to your proud, paper children
That your heart goes with them
As setting sail
Receeding into
Marmelade sun
You feel the undoing of the papier maiche ambelical chord
Ivory notes forming beneath weight of ocean
If they could speak
An ache as long and needed, turning flute to mother’s cry
Marveling that she survive
When separate, she and her child 
Like dancers at opposite stage end
Feel through the soles of their feet
The others heartbeat

0 Replies to “The others heartbeat”

  1. Maybe it’s age or depth or the fact that I have so much going on in my head these days, that I must sit with some pieces and let what they say, marinate before responding/reacting. This is one of them. Overall, a beautiful display of language, want, pain, and yearning. You start it off intensely and it doesn’t let up:
    “Make as you will
    A figure from paper
    Layer each breath
    Run glue until it shines
    Keep all strength in
    Let no part be feeble
    Save us in our design”
    Peace, Candice. One thing is for certain–your words are legendary.

  2. What I love so much about what you write is depending on my mood and where I am that day is how my mind and body will go with where your poetry leads. I know it can be interpreted in so many ways. For me, right now, i feel like i got wrapped up as a pretty pretty present presented under the christmas tree of a pretentious mother who only cared about the show but not my heart beat at all.

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