Needle on smooth track
A song from twenty years back
When you didn’t have
The holes you have now
Crocheting skin with doubt
When you just threw yourself open
Dancing in a crowd with long wick
Breasts high, chin tight, feet on tiptoe
The candle lasted all through night
And we spilled, like red polinated seeds
Out into dark city streets
Bra straps, cyclist legs, powdered glee
It’s not the bravado of youth
But the absence of ghosts
Keeps us free
***
I am you
I am the flicker of past who asks
What did you do with your true self?
Packaged up in trepidation so soft
Lulled yourself to sleepwalking
Years passed like finger on fast forward
Before you know
Almost
On the cusp of memory
A girl with an open smile
Running towards you
Gone, not lost
Unpick the confine
Let her out
That she may find again
Herself
I am the flicker of the past, who asks what did you do with your true self – Feeling this! Love the entire piece but those lines especially. ❤️
Thank you dear Thea I think it’s a question we may ask even as we believe we live eyes open wide, life surprises us 💓💓💓
beautiful piece.
I love this one. It seems so perfectly balanced, not a line too long. I’m especially moved by
It’s not the bravado of youth
But the absence of ghosts
Keeps us free
Sounds like what you might write. I confess an influence 😉 thank you dear Jane. 💓
That is for certain. 🙏
You go to places I wouldn’t dare 🙂
I would like to let her out. I have a kind ear. ☺
I am a good listener and I Never Tell.
All or previous selves are still within. Some do clamor to come out and be remembered.
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TheFeatheredSleep –
“That she may find again
Herself”
“Years passed like finger on fast forward…” For me this is the fulcrum of your poem, the balancing spot of realization. Seems to me your poetry just keeps getting better and better, Candice. This is masterful! 💕💞
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Have heart an let her out!
I do not know if you meant to have the words coincide with the image as perfectly as they do here, but this works. I can feel the want/need/hope in every line. In the image, I can see it strongly too–more need and want, plus pain, but it’s such a great accompanying image for words that are stronger now (I am assuming) than they may have been before.
I especially liked these lines: “It’s not the bravado of youth
But the absence of ghosts
Keeps us free”
and “I am the flicker of past who asks
What did you do with your true self?”
The sentiment makes me think a bit of Joni Mitchell’s “Circle Game.”
Let her oit and never look back!!!! 🙂 ❤
Very deep and i know just how it felt, to not have your sense of the self intact, it took me a very long time to find it back, and i didn’t even realize that i’d lost it in childhood!
Jane and Merril have both nailed this one. You are wise beyond your years
Gorgeous, Shieldmaiden. Brava!
Thank you so much dear E.
Friend. I must write you I have news. I will write you. xo
Thank you so much ! I had the same experience.
yeah!
Thank you dear one. I love the comparison to anything Joni!
Thank you so much – I really appreciate that. I TRY I don’t think I’m strong enough but I TRY! 😉
😉 !
Thank you so much Chris!
Thank you so much Betty. It has been hard to write lately, at times I just see the entire world differently which is pretty scary given I was a relatively constant person previous to getting sick. I realize maybe I just hadn’t caught up with what I should have known, so now I’m playing catch-up although at times it can feel overwhelming and scary. Thank you so much dear one
Thank you very much Bob!
So true and a really insightful way of seeing it.
Few people are good listeners these days that is a valuable gift
But you are a fine wine to my shallow waters. Anyway I’ll wait for your email – no rush but don’t forget. I’m really serious about helping.
Do XX
I know you are 🙂 And I appreciate it so much! I’m still mulling over what I want to do and haven’t decided yet. I don’t feel up to making dramatic decisions at the moment. I’ll try and explain.
Absolutely love❣️😘xoxoxo
Cool… square stickers…
You’re getting there, day by day.
So are so welcome, My Beautiful Friend! Always in complete awe of your talent. ❤
Needed to hear that. Today was rough. Wish I had your strength and faith. Thank you.
Candice, I can relate to that feeling. Maybe it’s growing pains we all go through every time something significant happens to us. We go through a sort of re-grouping, and it can be starkly overwhelming. But once through it we reconsolidate and expand. New levels of understanding emerge. I think as poets we feel this process more deeply. And what helps is knowing we aren’t alone and that we’re deeply loved. ❤️❤️
🙂
I fail and I fall too. I’m human. You’ve got all that you need for when you need it. I assure you of this.
Gorgeous as ever ❤