Stranger

Stranger

Has eight letters, two vowels, six consonants

Can be chopped to negative connotation, or extended to romantic suggestion

Strange people can find each other and feel …

Less estranged

Strangeness can become, familiar

Like the day before a storm brings the brightest day

There are angels walking among us

They may have sagging skin and loose jowels

Dirty fingernails and missing teeth

But their smile is a beacon, guiding lost ships to harbor

Only today I met one as I held the post office door open

She said “this will be your year” and her warmth was a well tended fire in my heart

We marry strangers who have become loved ones

Strange is stronger than blood

You have never been a stranger to me, the day I met you I forsaw

Us walking beneath wet trees, the deer, sillouetted between bare branches

Our wet gloves smashed together

Holding tighter

Than the fierce grip of Winter

26 thoughts on “Stranger

  1. We are all strangers until we are not, whatever the form that takes – beautiful! It put me in mind of a song, “Love Song To A Stranger” by Joan Baez. Here is the last verse:

    “Because you gave to me oh so many things it makes me wonder
    How they could belong to me
    And I gave you only my dark eyes that melted your soul down
    To a place where it longs to be”

  2. These lines…

    “Strange is stronger than blood

    You have never been a stranger to me, the day I met you I forsaw

    Us walking beneath wet trees, the deer, sillouetted between bare branches

    Our wet gloves smashed together

    Holding tighter

    Than the fierce grip of Winter”

    I felt were the most important lines of the poem. They describe so much while saying very little. This is a beautiful poem, Candice.

  3. Beautifully written Candice!.. I like to think the universe brings us many opportunities in life to learn and to grow, to help ourselves and to help others. We just have to be open to recognizing these opportunities for what they are, and taking full advantage of them when they come our way. Not sure if that makes much sense, but these are the thoughts your beautiful poem invokes in me.
    Hoping your weekend brings relief, peace and healing. You are in my thoughts dear sister. ❀

  4. This evokes something I’ve thought about a lot, especially lately. I try and remind myself that strangers have the same complicated, patchwork of emotions going on under the surface that I do but that gets overwhelming to think about. I think it’s why I value poetry so much. It’s like a condensed way to appreciate the depth of people you don’t really know that way yet.

    Anyhow, great work as always!

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