My hand
resting a top yours
the same size in our shadow
you with little feet and longer ties
inheriting portions
I see in your eyes
the easement of life
as if you are in slow motion
falling gently behind yourself
going back in time
I think of the local cinema
being old enough to see over the railing
a film about a man plugged to a machine
all his memories flickering in retreat
until he is a fetus a heartbeat a blip
so far back he does not exist
is that you?
dissolving, reducing
I watch bread rise and moon’s sink
wonder at the circular motion of things
how I slept with a light on
now you remind me
not to close the door
my chest aches for what I long to give but cannot
it is as if you were born of me
my longing to love
I cannot make sense of why
but you were always the only one
my arms reach at night for your surround
I hear your voice on hungry chime of wind
all the pain blooms around me
like cancan girls frothing their scarlet hems
I remember bougainvillea climbing up the walls
can see you with your hair slicked back from the bath
steam rising in dark breeze
you made a circle of me and wore me around your neck
where I lay far too still listening to your heart beat
now we are divided by wire and thread
two half-made mannequins
no matter how far I stretch
I cannot reach your gaze
it stared listless at angry waves
as they build and recede
in the abyss of your memories
Wow! So powerful!
I love this Shieldmaiden….and I have to ask…was the movie Flash Gordon…the scene when they were erasing Hans Zarkovs memory?
You are wonderful. 💙
“falling gently behind yourself”! This is beautiful.
I’m dying of laughter! !!!!! I love that movie!!!!! But it was The Black Hole. I can’t stop laughing! You’re brilliant! The best in Flash was the LOG!!!!!
Lol! I love that movie too. Yep! I remember that too…but I have to say my favorite part of it is, Voltan and the Hawkmen!!
” all the pain blooms around me ” is so descriptive of how I have felt at various times. Interesting combination of words: pain and bloom. Thank you for sharing your gifts!
Hmmm do you ever write a bad line. You really know how to conjure an image, make it disappear only to invoke it again. You’re an artist no doubt.
Breathtaking hurt and longing, you are such a brilliant poet. This really, really great Candice
And that GORGEOUS daughter! Swoon!
Brilliant, my dear friend ❤
This is lovely.
“I see in your eyes
the easement of life
as if you are in slow motion
falling gently behind yourself
going back in time”
Wow, there is nothing more to say
Brilliant composition and a great picture to make your poem beautiful.
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Superb imagery. The wind would howl.
echoes of pain and longing howling at the full moon….
Candice Luisa,
— this was so sad . . .
— to business: you wrote: “where I lay far too still listening to your heart beat, now we are divided by wire and thread
two half-made manikin’s …”
The “wire and thread” could apply differently for:
1) manikins – plural – no apostrophe = dwarfs
2) mannikins with two Ns – plural – no apostrophe = little finches
3) mannequins – plural – preferred spelling = human forms
Not b*tching or moaning. You just bring out the English teacher in me. ❤
— "Full" really expresses the fragility of the relationship with 'circle of me …around your neck."
— makes me want to say "Dump that selfish b^$tard."
🙂
Your fan,
Larry
This is so gorgeous. My goodness, C, you are a beautiful writer!
” l see in your eyes, the easement of life”…..so much to consider, what really is being seen and by whom?
Incredible walk through time….
Thank you dearest one so much xo
Exactly right!
You realize gorgeous Sabrina of the desert that you have totally made me break out in a jaw aching smile (thank you thank you thank you)
Dearest Larry, where are you when the poet needs the best proof reader in the world? You ROCK my friend! (thank you!)
You realize I can and do say the very same of you sweet and lovely moon poet xo
Lovely kind and much appreciated words thank you so much!
😉 (thank you dearling)
There she is (waves) I hope you are well lovely one – thank you so much dear girl for your reading and appreciated comment xo
There she is! I love you R.
That – just that – made my day.
My talented art friend who always gives me images to muse over, you can talk! There are different forms of creativity I think and you are up there with the rest of us, you inspire me with your subjects and considerations and I am grateful to you – thank you so much my friend
Thank you for reading my friend
Thank you so much my friend I really appreciate you thinking so xo
Hello my friend – thank you so much for reading and your lovely words xo
🙌💞
You are very kind… I was quite prolific yesterday but now I feel awful.. energy ah.. I am interested in what you think of my latest offerings
Okay I’m checking now. I do the same as you do, some days on fire, others I’m exhausted. Such is the artists lament my friend, do not concern yourself you are already there, it’s just hard to maintain and few do, but in the end we get there and stay there, just fitfully such is our weave. xo
It’s the truth! Brilliant writing, my friend!
Waves back :). Thank you for the beautiful poetry. Always delightful to read.
LOVE the idea of being a moon poet. I always love falling gently into your language. Or perhaps I could lap it up like a cat. . Hmmmm.. . .
I’m always reading your words, C. I love ya right back ❤
My pleasure, always my pleasure Candice
You’re welcome 🙂
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I love it. Especially, “like cancan girls frothing their scarlet hems”. Brilliant imagery.
Dearling Emily thank you so much xo
Seriously how do you weave together words that are so clear, powerful and beautiful? – it’s a gift friend – thanks for sharing that gift –
Thank you so much! I really appreciate your lovely words my friend! Thank you!