Reblog – All those little malices by Candice Louisa Daquin

Another exceptional piece by Candice! I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. 🙂

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June 14, 2021 The Feathered Sleep


All those little malices

By all means ignore me

or dissect me

it seems a parody of contrasts

is my lot

the interplay of intensity and nothingness

for you who climb out of the woodwork and carve my freedom on your belt

you who look away after one glance and do not consult your back mirror

the gaze of this world exhausts me

I want to wade into the deeps and swim off

away from the noise of competition, egos, alarm clocks and paleo diets

to something resembling peace

then

that fissured part of my soul

fractured by time, strife and the religion of need

surfaces breathless

and sighting land, swims back

filled with a longing to be heard, touched, ratified

by those mercuried, humid hands of humans

the lovers, the haters, the players

I can’t pretend to keep up

I am tired beyond my years

trying to understand what makes people break others

why our penchant for destruction, lying and vilifying

is the healthiest hothouse flower of them all

as much as I want to climb inside silence and stay still

my ear pressed to a shell

listening to a fantasy world

I know now, as I am no longer a child

that wonderlust is only for the very young

who inhabit it with such unbridled glee

that we adults stop what we are doing, however important

and watch with indulgent smiles;

as wet and laughing

they dash through sprinklers

shouting

The dragon got you! Get to the Faraway Tree!”

in that moment, I wish we could recall

what potion we drank to enable us to believe

such kind places ever existed

where, like glossy rubber boots we left at the doorway

all those little malices would fall off

and not muddy the floor

Spiders And Challenges

Oh, look. A spider on the wall of my shower.
He doesn’t look scared of me. But maybe he’s petrified.
I wonder why he’s still staring, ballsy-like. Makes me think
it’s in his nature, survival above all else.

Got me to ponder further, about humans.
We probably react the same way – stay stuck in place or be primed for action.
Challenges to overcome are just opportunities to tackle life.
If we can, that is.

Now, I’m not a fan of the arachnoids,
so I think I’ll force a standoff as I already have the showerhead in hand.
Water should do the trick nicely, as I slowly begin to aim in its direction.
The spider propels towards the tub on its silken thread like a professional.

Not today, Mr. Spider! Not in my shower or anywhere!
A wave of water forces him down the drain.
Let the showering commence until the soap suds are gone.
Oh, look. The spider was tougher than I thought as I watch him climb up out of the drain.

Life’s like that sometimes.
Good thought as I head out to start my day.
Take no shit, keep going.
Thanks, Mr. Spider!

Using My Spoons

spoon-theory
Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #108 – 10/10/19

 

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.*
Every damn day. This life, a daily grind of excruciation.
Always having to adjust mentally, physically and emotionally.
Moving through my day as cautiously as possible.

Pushing through the pain, feeling productive & proud.
I’m beyond the agony when I’m able.
But some days I have no spoons and I go
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave**

 

*Source: “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot
**Source: “Dirge Without Music” by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Chattel

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stolen, humiliated and broken
forced into servitude

this sinister practice
a crime against humanity

there is a shrewdness
to the condescension 

in their acts
to shackle their slaves

into bondage
and domination

there is no respect
no valuing of others

just utter greed
and vassalage

for the unfortunate
who are captured

we humans
are a sick race

to have intentions
like this

and being capable
of such disgusting acts

towards other
human beings

the rot in this world needs to end