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
Children indeed! And every one precious. Please live if only for me…
Thank you for your sublime craftiness!
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Brought tears to my eyes, Candice. What a beautiful, poignant poem – one I’ll print out. Love this! šš
A life energy feel to this poem…healing.
Beautiful so well and deep lines composed. Awesome poem.
A birthing into newness š
Sublime umbilical link
I’m only a mere male, your words touched the depths of my bygone soul…
Beautiful. A amazing poem my friend.
Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer.
Reblogged this on crjen1958.
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.
Reblogged this on Edward Smith – WordDancer in the Sky and commented:
I don’t write long poems, but this works …
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.
sublime
I emailed you candy I just want to see how you are?
love it!
You honor me because I have long adored your blog
OMG, you are too kind!! And also a very good poet! š
You honor me.
Lovely and very lyrical. š <3