quiet that timber within
threatening to fall
weight around our necks
chains of emotion hidden and heavy
yoke and pull
hands touching earth
crumbling from once
a tree with open branches
closing in on itself
like a black-eyed giesha
snaps her painted fan
her silk bound feet shuffling
toward her purpose with dust of centuries
left in tug-boat wake
softly her emboidered kimono opens to reveal
a wooden center carved out smooth
she is a boat
carrying you over glass
aimed due west where the sun inks water crest with single bristle
as lovers will carefully trace outlines
with thin brushed follow
as two cells divide and multiply
within the tree an echo
you stood here before breathing deeply
catching the timeorous whistle of life
carrying it into you as
a silver thrush will herald her joy
in bathing sunlight
you stood here before growing undaunted
no wood cutter can touch
splinter or mar your canopy
if your briar roots
welding with center and circle
woven by creators hand
shall purchase their faith in holding tight
the seasons passing
man and his feeble reach
like children aching to climb
unable to gain leverage
take to marbles below
sheltered from restless rain
their delight drifts high
oxygenated in relief
to be a child again and round the earth
sailing for eventual peace
found somewhere along the journey
as you take my hand and we listen
our heartbeats stilling in
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Be it pray or meditation, learning how to quiet self is so important! How else can we hear whispered answers if we, ourselves, are not quiet. Thank you for sharing your younique gifts!
Amazing…and I can’t help but picture Yggdrasil as I read it. The great world tree whose branches touch us all. Magnificent. 💙
This is awesome! ❤️
So beautiful, Candice. Hold this peace in your heart.
From start to finish…flawless.
“. . . to be a child again and round the earth sailing for eventual peace . . .” Nice. This is what I hope to become whenever I still myself from the outside!
On Wed, May 10, 2017 at 10:09 AM, TheFeatheredSleep wrote:
> TheFeatheredSleep posted: ” Still still yourself quiet that timber within > threatening to fall weight around our necks chains of emotion hidden and > heavy yoke and pull hands touching earth crumbling from once staring upward > a tree with open branches catching absorption&nb” >
I’ve said before in long form, now I will say it again in short form. I love your poetry. All of your poetry. No matter what you are expressing I am always deeply touched by your expressions. Your depth of feeling. Thank you. ❤ ❤
Thank you! Just wrote you back on email sorry for the delay xx
Me too! (thank you so much for reading)
Thank you so much Maria. You also.
Thank you very much!
You did it again (put your finger EXACTLY where it the message was) (just realized this could have sounded SO wrong ha ha ha ha!)
Well said! Of course I agree. You teach this often in your own work Rick.
Haha!!! Oh I understand, Shieldmaiden. I follow your brilliance like a moth to a flame! 😁💛
I agree with Alex. You are a gifted wordsmith, through and through. Your prolific poetry is always thought-provoking, sometimes confusing (in a good way – requiring attention), and soulful. I really cannot fathom how you find the time to write as well or as often as you do.
So beautiful Candice
Yet more superb imagery
I am touched!
A lovely journey, sailing toward and finding peace.
You are brilliant. It becomes such a common phrase that I use to describe you. Sometimes we can feel that regular phrases can be worn out….used and old and no longer hold their true meaning. I hope you understand that I honestly believe your mind is gorgeous and brilliant and I love to feel that through your poetry.
All my best, Shieldmaiden. ❤
I think we should go back to Viking do you want to try? We can start a new language from unearthing the old 😉
Thank you dear one – very glad you liked it xo
Thank you Man of Famous Hair 😉
Thank you Manuel.
Dear one – thank you so much. I don’t really write too much compared to some, I see some posters literally do like ten poems or posts a day I couldn’t do that I wouldn’t have time. I try to masticate and write when I’m in the mood then edit and post when ready, so it’s a process, but definitely many others who write more for example my friend Richard has written FOUR books during the time I have been writing poems! argh! (confusing sometimes I am sure I am!)
Thank you so much!
My pleasure, always
Hmmmm….the only think i know of in olde norse is… SKOL!!!!! 🙂 But I’d happily drink a toast to you, Warrioress. and I love mead! 🙂
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Thank you! I appreciate this lovely comment very much
Love it it was just like reading someone free thoughts first hand. Awesome experience.
Excellence, as always, Candice. ❤ Really love:
"like a black-eyed giesha
snaps her painted fan
Thank you so much Emily xo
My pleasure. ❤
wow that’s a lovely thing to say! thanks
I want to be that girl flying on the back of the thrush 🙂
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