One of my favorite poets captures the deepest of emotions between connections. Her words always manage to touch a big space in my heart. ❤ Enjoy!
Sound
different when pressed
like fat fig tree rubs
against the sides of your house
like a violin
you sound in silence
your sorrow and your beating heart
steady, untraced, beneath
we move
making little noise
in the cusp of each other
where joy exists
there is often
no sound
but the rinsing of
sin in perfect completion
of the other
opening flower
She has written herself off
or so she says
watching youth inherit the mantle
she stares at her own flaccid chest
in unforgiving morning sun
and tries to convince herself to gently let go
light pouring in through the bay window
creating a halo effect in surround
she is bathed in unexpected warmth
her pores absorbing hungrily
that urging intensity, a happy blindness
as if the world paused in its toil
to tap her on the shoulder and whisper
it’s not near over yet girl
go out, gather your arms full
live
live
live!
Wonderful.
But the link to her second poem should be: https://www.thefeatheredsleep.com/thoughts-in-light/
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Thanks so much for catching that, Ken!! 🙂
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🙂
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Beautiful poetry…”where joy exists there is often no sound but the rinsing of sin…”…an exquisite salvific thought!.
Thanks for sharing Candice’s work.
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Always a pleasure! Glad you enjoyed them, Suzette!
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Thank you, Susi!
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Beautiful poetry
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