Candice Louisa Daquin

Exulted Flay  

Here the sound of water being circled in machine, washing clean, our plates scraped raw in delight
Here the rustle
of forms, out of focus, lying together with fright
How in
intimacies stitch they need speak no words to convey
A joy as deep
in lasting satiate turning on exulted flay
Here our
mortal coil resolves its eternal ache to meet
A place of
sanctuary for those who wander, must also find their sleep
It’s only
pain daughter
Okay let’s
bring in the shame, have a good look, make it your friend, blaze and fall loose
on dancing hooks
We can’t bear
the suffering so watch the flames die down, to slender remembrances all in a
row, we are golden and then we are dull

Relinquished habits 

Deep below the earth
I might have found you
Climbing from stalagmites
Brushed in clay
There’s a cost for
Relinquished habits
Bowing in bad weather

Will

In the storm
they said goodbye
as car alarms
faltered, testily bleating resentment for torrent
she said; I cannot control anything
her palms up in supplication
as willow
trees, burdened with rain, lowered
growing more sorrowful
white leaves
bleached by last week’s sun
run like
blind mice down street edges heading for
oblivion

it wasn’t far
from how they felt
saying goodbye
in storm
windows
obscured
wipers
furiously battling
elements
beyond
anyone’s will

Entirety 1

How many
turns of moon, shifts of sea, change of seasons, will pass in glassy dance,
before my empty arms, and untouched skin, shall feel again your weight, your
breath, your familiar smell and warmth, coming into me like returning electricity

shaken loose and firing, starburst over naked souls

How long
before I forget to notice I am waiting, my arms wilted in devout, my breasts
hollow with doubt, there is only time, ticking down in unwilling reminder, you
are gone, you are not here, this body will grow old before it ceases waiting,

the longing remaining like poisoned quill stuck in jugular

Entirety 2

You own me in obsession, I am your slave, I do not exist but when you cast your net wide enough to absorb me into you, this place of belonging, so unwilling and natural, we tumble, we pinch and curl, like hungry spirits, biting life from each other in starving steam of longing, casting fire into water

If you never
come back, I will be like those burnt silhouettes of humans, fallen back
against stick, crushed into waiting stance, faceless, without motion, without
life, a straw effigy of a person who is no more, running after you in her young

lean chase, she knows if she does not catch, her entirety will erase

Safety 

Never had a
Minister
Never had a
Baptism
Never took an
Oath
Never walked
the Stage
Though I
graduated
I kept promises
Bon coeur ne peut mentir

Sometimes we don’t
rinse clean through
conventional means
We who are
unbaptized, undocumented
We who skirt
parameters, still paying attention
Hold out
unconventional hands
without
Bible, without Watchtower, without Torah
in swag of
secret climb, unable to reveal how
we get high
enough to save from drowning

Phantasma

But moon

You remind me

Ghosts are
not alive

And pain

Will fade in
time

You are whole

Then a sliver

Vanishing
almost

Blind in
darkness

To return

Bright And
full

Perhaps

Moon

I will

Eventually

Be like

You

~~~

Candice Louisa Daquin is a Psychotherapist. She also edits and writes. Daquin was editor of SMITTEN: This Is What Love Looks Like, an anthology of queer female poetry. Inclusiveness and kindness are her mantras. www.thefeatheredsleep.com You can find much of the work she has been involved with or written herself HERE. Also, her poetry has been reblogged on I Write Her many times HERE. I’m a fan! ❤ This is her first debut on The Short of It.

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Applauding Adversity

Redux

I Write Her

I say defiantly success.png

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Uttered with recalcitrant anger through gritted teeth; words forcefully arising out of my clenched mouth.

I’ve not let my life, situations, people or anything end me. Yet.

I grant a thank you, of sorts, to the pain played out by substandard friends, broken relationships, betrayals, nature’s force and every disturbing event determined to pierce me in my psyche.

It’s a necessary process, albeit grueling and inconvenient.

Enduring hardships becomes my opportunity to best myself.

I welcome the growth, but I do despise the adversity.

There’s no escape from struggles, or hurt and pain.

The victory gives me just enough strength for the next battle.

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Reblog – Perception Softens by VJ Knutson

This piece provides great imagery of the emotions accompanying all the struggles of a bad day, luckily it ended with well-deserved praise.

One Woman's Quest II

A single tear
white-hot acid
announces self pity
abhorrent emotion

midday body crashed
I am foul-minded, drag-down
unreasonable…spiteful

shut my eyes against
a world of able-bodies
immune to the struggle

loathe this weakness
this intolerable disconnect –
body/mind detached from will

futility reality’s wall
could cry…will not cry
this day is not done.

Later, tasks accomplished –
I pushed through –
I sleep, awaken to nightfall

Soft pinks and blues
in a cottony sky
greet me – beauty
offering serenenity

and for a brief moment
a tinge of admiration surfaces
for the woman who survived
this day.

(Perception Softens first appeared here October 2018. I resubmit it here for my weekly challenge: soft. Image my own.)

I challenged myself (and you) this week to consider soft as contrast to the troublesome times. True to form, each entry brought a particular take on the prompt, and helped soften each…

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Strength Earned

Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #152

i am a person rich with history
a being crafted by circumstance
yet molded into conventions
scorched by defeat and beaten down
yet uplifted too and enriched by love

the many layers of who i am
will surprise you if i let you in
only a dignitary of high regard
steps past the guarded walls of my heart
safety first, comfort later

i am a library full of books
a theatre full of people
i am a museum full of art
and a deck full of music
but my worth comes from my essence


Strength Stands Alone

whether out of beauty or pain
a soulful release emanates
at the precise time
it’s necessary

a body’s need of expression
earns it a required stability
these intermittent flashes of emotion
sparking the next step into a newfound reality

each successful misery
ensures durability, strength, and endurance
every joy experienced
gains a person hope, satisfaction, and strength

we have to trust in ourselves
for life is given to us
but our nature leads us
let it not go astray


Purple Mystique

powerful female
this regal person posing
purple royalty

This incredibly beautiful image crossed my Facebook news feed (Thank you Jesica Nodarse!) and I just had to share it with you all. Of course, the first thing that struck me was the color. Anything purple, it being my favorite color, always attracts my attention right away. In looking deeper, when I compare the original image below to the efforts she made with her colors, shading and placement, I’m just in awe of it! There’s such a feeling of mystery but yet so much strength within her image. Would love to hear your thoughts on the image, and even what you think of her other work. I think it’s all beautiful.

Reblog – Testimonials by Tebogo Precious Moholwa

I love the strength of this piece! I share this post with all my sisters who have weathered storms!!! You got this! 🙂

Journeying Through My Thoughts

Right at the edge of breaking

At the bending

She stood upright

They said;

She is the girl who refused to break

#Precious

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Presence

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Lucid Being – Ash D. Solomon

I hope it’s in me to show. And may it not be seen as arrogance.

It is a joy to meet someone with clued-in confidence or have an appearance of understanding. The bonus is to see their demeanor coupled with an in-depth genuineness about the portrayal of who they are. These characteristics of being in the world are what I aspire to emulate. Individuals with presence don’t need to take anything away from those that surround them. They are complete in their existence. 

To possess presence is to have the gift of inspiration. These encounters give us a tool to grow internally, just the same as life experiences can be our teachers. To do and be better, correct past mistakes to ensure they don’t happen again and guide us to a more secure reaction to future events, this is growth.

When people recognize this kind of presence, it’s a comfort and with it, are fluently engaged. Someone with the power to inspire, immersing themselves in higher ideals for all, imparting information, and sharing it willingly – this quality of presence does so unfailingly for the betterment of others. 

I hope it’s in me to show.