Still
The night’s seam floats as a half captured thing will delay its submersion
Sufficient enough that emotion
Like tortoise shell
Will wink against moon light
Trailing what if’s like a woman’s question
Held against her soft cheek
Tight as boiled sugar
And what she’ll never show you
Is everything
The underside of a world richer
Than if you toiled all your years
To reproduce that shine
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Beautiful…as always. Hope things are well for you. Always happy to find that you’ve posted. 😊😊
Your thought provoking imagery…amazing mind!
Hope you’re well?
Beautiful words.
“Tight as boiled sugar”…love this, Candice.
I too especially love that line “Tight as boiled sugar…” Your unique, unexpected images always amaze me.
Hope you’re doing better….?
Thinking of you (I was just looking at your book again today…) 💕💞
Words as lovely as you!!! 🙂 ❤
Amazing as always Candice. I hope you are well. Reach out to me, yeah? Would love to hear from you. OP
This is quite mesmerising
The language and wordplay here are clever and creative, they match up with the content throughout the poem and with the photo used too:
“Trailing what if’s like a woman’s question
Held against her soft cheek
Tight as boiled sugar”
Absolutely gorgeous! xx
Love you M
Thank you VERY much xx
Shall do xoxo
Love to you sister
Thank you so much
Been very sick but trying to emerge! Thank you so much lovely one
You are Welcome.
I think I have seen “the night’s seam” but didn’t know what to call it.
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I’m so sorry to hear that! 😦
I hope you are getting the care you need?
cyber hugs
Hugs back 💓
” To reproduce that shine” wow
The metaphors in this are uniquely mesmerising 🙂
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