This wide world

marthagraham1It is lovely

Watching you sleep

Perchance to dream

And with the late snow storm

Whitening outside like hungry baker

Spilling his bag of flour

We cocoon ourselves

Close by spitting fire

Casting spirit animals on chalky walls

The photos of your ancestors

Their ink held eyes glaring

I fear they may not understand

Our kind of intimacy

Their world scrapped tenderness

For raw knuckled survival, no time for choice

Yet we knead our own rise with weary elbows

Perhaps the nature of love has changed clothes

And now wears matching nightgowns, joining toes under blankets

Reading books with curling corners, still watching with appreciation

When like a slip of shimmering glass

You get up to draw the curtains

Only the sound of falling snow

Hushed against our warm roof

Can be heard in this wide world

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21 thoughts on “This wide world

  1. Only a few of us can dream at having this kind of love… then only a few of us from that category receive it. This is beautifully done, Candice.

    “Perhaps the nature of love has changed clothes

    And now wears matching nightgowns, joining toes under blankets

    Reading books with curling corners, still watching with appreciation

    When like a slip of shimmering glass

    You get up to draw the curtains

    Only the sound of falling snow

    Hushed against our warm roof

    Can be heard in this wide world”

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  2. Candice, nicely done as usual. I love these two lines that apply to many who have to fight for their rights.

    “For raw knuckled survival, no time for choice
    Yet we knead our own rise with weary elbows”

    I have been watching two shows, one Australian and one British, which are set in the early 1950s and 1960s. Each show has a subplot where gay and lesbian characters have to hide their affection for the same gender or go to prison.

    While we have come a long way, I was watching John Oliver just this week talk about VP Mike Pence and his support of a mentor who believes in conversion therapy. So, the fight is still not done, especially if this man becomes are next President.

    Well done my friend, Keith

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  3. The imagery in this captivated me! I loooove this bit 🙂 🙂 🙂
    ‘ Yet we knead our own rise with weary elbows
    Perhaps the nature of love has changed clothes
    And now wears matching nightgowns, joining toes under blankets’

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