This is dying / This is living

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Don’t say / that word

case we defame / or endanger

this moment / and the next

cresting night waves against recumbent shore

your arms molded from sand rise and fall

to my perpetuate weave

and we are

like flowers awaiting sufficient light

to open fully

a miracle each time the pallet of

senses born over with each song

held in my chest like women who wet their lips with the sore

chaff of flax before threading it into life

we make our reality

each elbow gracing air with untrained response

ballerinas finding satin undercoat

beneath dance

if leaves covered us, they’d say

Fall never ran out of color

your diminishing form as you lean away

gasping for air and back again into

perfect vision

there are only circles, nothing is

straight lined nor willing to beg for its supper

we two have earned…

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11 thoughts on “This is dying / This is living

  1. This bit is absolutely luring:

    “if leaves covered us, they’d say

    Fall never ran out of color

    your diminishing form as you lean away

    gasping for air and back again into

    perfect vision”

    No surprise there, though. Beautiful poem, Candice.

  2. Thank you dearling. I was reading some of yours this morning. Had a bad set-back just after getting over one (back to back) so making it really hard to work but trying – your work helps 🙂

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