What is life?
but a pinch
a child’s voice garbled underwater
sinking like stone’s cadenza wish
for more or less
but just
this round
made with cupped hands
holding cream in meshed fingers
lift me over the wall
what do we discover?
in gardens walked with made
I have been unable to let you out of my blood
you are the circle of red wrapped around my wrist
a memory of starting point
whistling in cold pirouetting trees
I light an amber fire
to keep you from passing by
don’t stop
don’t call my name
cool the snare about my self
I may recognize
I may respond
It was ever my way
you had my brine rubbed into permanence
I was pricked on the thumb
the cast of fate showing me our join
a thin silver line not wide enough
to separate us
the villain lies in that ache
birthing longing on your shore
will you pull me closer
stitch ever, the bind fastening
a snatch of braid
wound like ivy to darken
descended skies
in timerous pause
More birds. A hawk this time, cold, fierce and reputed to be pretty stupid as birds go.
Beautiful imagery
Intense and resonant 🙂
ha ha ha! Is that true? Oh I had a laugh at that! I had no idea! So precious hunting bird you’re an idiot? That’s really good – out goes my appreciation of hawks 😉
Dear Greg, thank you so much!
It was a falconer who told me that. Or rather he said, ‘Ils sont beaux, mais qu’est-ce qu’ils sont cons!’
The intensity in your work brings a language that rips through our minds but you always keep us readers at our feet at your command.
I love this work of yours sis. 🙂
I can feel this: “I have been unable to let you out / of my blood”
😦 I know. It doesn’t seem to go away does it?
AH! (now you really have me in the giggles)
Thanks Asmov
You welcome sis. I’m so proud of you sis. 🙂 everyday and forever. 🙂
He seemed to know what he was talking about 🙂
This words echo in my head, I have no words to describe what you just did to me (your lines) Candice, Candice you are……. no other poet makes me feel the words like you do.
Ah I am surprised you think that but it does my heart good to know someone feels that way about what I do, I would hate to write badly and nobody tell me, equally it is inspirational to know sometimes what I write really affects someone
It does every time
Candice Louisa,
Minor, I know, but still — he outmatchs . . . he outmatches
This was not the motivation for my response, though.
More like this:
(1) ” his cruel muscle made to hunt even places once inviolate”
Does this mean far away places?
(2) Gliding Hawk = “the circle of red wrapped around my wrist” and “I was pricked on the thumb” and
“you pull me closer” (with its wings) and “that deeded ache” — a hunting bird on the arm of a trainer.
(3) “derelict in your promise errant LIKE gliding hawk” seems to be a metaphor for ** not returning** — and this person was a “one night stand” ? who decided to return?
A bit of a stretch, maybe. Complicated, definitely. That’s my “bird’s eye” view on this effort.
🙂
Larry
Thank you very much Larry! mmm you ask hard and good questions. 1 means ‘the strength in their oppression makes it impossible to be even’ and 2 is a metaphor to how love can hurt and be seen in many differing ways holding us back. 3 means simply not keeping a promise, not returning. A stretch maybe … I admit I often take on big subjects and I may not always succeed with them very well! Thank you for your candor it is very appreciated!
No. You succeed just fine! I always look forward to some nuance you post.
❤
Nicely penned.. liked it thanks for beautiful & intense post !
Dear Tanuj thank you so much!
“but a pinch
a child’s voice garbled underwater
sinking like stone’s cadenza wish
for more or less
but just
this round”
Indeed, what is life? Candice the best of the best
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Thank you so much it is ALWAYS a huge honor to be on your page as you know how much I love it. Thank you.
Thank you so much lovely one – M you are just as I am and more – one day you will get tired of me telling you this but I shall never stop doing so
Glad to know that we are finding exciting voices for you to read.
Oh Candice, I could never get tired of that. You are amazing