My thoughts become untethered as the creatures in cloaks surround me; their arms, like tendrils, wrap around me until I’m screaming for the gods to save me. One by one, these ghoulish things out of… More
Step Well
Inspired by Reena’s Xploration Challenge #415
***NOTE – This is not the original image from the challenge.
decision-making
be guided by common sense
one wrong turn – fatal
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Stories Not Shared
Redux
The day to day left behind
to follow the excitement in your eyes
teasing me, beckoning me
daring my inhibitions to loosen
Shhh… tell no one
Be a good girl my conscience remarks
the bad girl laughs with a sexy smile
party time, stolen moments of sin
reveling in concealed desires
Shhh… tell no one
Just this once, again
States Of Being
love is there
you need to be open to it
hope comes to the defeated
needing optimism
passion is a whirlwind
affecting those craving an outcome
courage requires courage
not all want to face their fears
happiness is fleeting
luck plays a bit part
luck is really random
happens to the best and the worst of people
money is a human construct
that has screwed our world
i wish i didn’t need any of these
life would be simpler
Cold-Blooded
I would hope that the bandana on my head would keep me warm, along with the cape I’d found at the local Goodwill store. But it might not protect me in this Winter wonderland. I had to cross the lake since the ice was strong enough to hold my weight. This would be an interesting morning. At the edge of the lake, I saw the wheel of a car poking out from the white snow, and a man on his knees. There were three others, still and lying beside him, bound and gagged. What the hell was going on here?!?
SenHai Saturday #36
Here is this week’s image to get your creative juices flowing!
This image is of an African Grey Parrot perched on a branch. Either there are rays of light that slightly distort the image, or he is behind glass, with reflections that seem to surround it.
Please create one senryu and one haiku to accompany this image prompt. Remember that a traditional haiku describes nature or a season, while a senryu focuses on human nature and emotions.
Then, provide a link in the comments below or ping back to this post on your blog.
Here is a wrap-up of last week’s prompt. I appreciate each of you for sharing your thoughts!
Ange – SenHai Saturday
Eugenia – #SenHai Saturday – 1/17/26
Cheryl – Senhai Saturday
Carolyn – SenHai Saturday #35
Carol Anne – Sen-hai Saturday #35
Indira – SenHai Saturday #35
Sarah – Senhai encouragement
Ben – Big Bang
Violet – bruised
Sadje – Magical sight
Candice Louisa Daquin
Rêver
I thought of you dying as
a dream I could not hold onto
the mote dust glittering in
slow pilgrimage, such stillness
a beneficence to one hour
marked by nothing aside
the sugar ants collating on window
where they go, I cannot say
it is as if a crystal exists somewhere
with all the answers
whilst I live among tall trees
seeking, always seeking sky.
Soulagement
It wasn’t that I woke up one day
marmalade stains on the cuff of my best white shirt
and thought “I’m better now”
It wasn’t that a bird flew past my window, green beak, violet tips on length of wing, searching sky
and thought “this doesn’t hurt anymore”
The garden wasn’t quieter, but somewhere, among tall trees thirsting for early summer
ain, where spiders chanced translucence and red ants marched relentless
I found myself and she smiled, that lopsided grin of childhood, the one lost in tree houses
and sticky hands of long ago friends
and said, “come run with me, until your lungs burn and you laugh without reason, scratching your legs and burning your shoulders in the season of NOW.”
Depth
I want to bleed violet in time with the
moon’s cycles and summon my blood
again
for it was only when I lay beneath you
seeing nothing but the blink of capture
in a room too hot to touch
that for a second I felt whole
and then it was gone
sealed away again
in wax paper and bandages
where people grow up and put
the depth of their truth.
The Bloom & the Love
Blind spots can seem like flowers
wrong turns like experienced lovers …
but when you wake without knives in your chest
breathe for the first time, feeling no fear
you’ll realize you never needed flowers
you need yourself, showing up every day
creating your own freedom by facing what
keeps you afraid & letting it know
it only has power, if you give it permission
& you don’t, not any more, not ever again
you’re done, & you’re the only one in control.
You refuse destruction & choose resilience.
You become the bloom & the love.
Revolution
Whomever said leaving a place doesn’t change anything
was not born running
was not blackmailed
was not lost, seeking escape.
Whomever said it’s not where you live
did not grow up without choice.
Sometimes it IS the place
sometimes it IS the people,
When you disentangle yourself from your past & outgrow it
when you find ways to defend yourself against ghosts
when you fight for yourself instead of against yourself
that’s when you taste freedom
& you never, ever go back to imprisonment.
Wound
Your existence might have begun in neglect
the wide yawn of mistakes and ill-timed apathy. But from that
place of scouring and shadows—you became. Just as the unwanted
feral in us, is found by a lover. Not sharing the same blood—almost
strangers, discovering a language, bound on the bread of longing
to matter.
The Ghost on Stage with me
hasn’t learned the convex rule of eye-make-up-removal
taking hard cloth to watering eyes, wiping roughly in hope
I think, of removing everything not just glitter and tears
caught in the fine wax of whatever concocts a glow
as faux as caught breath with applause, when all along
you burned for that, consumed like fire-eater
the singing praise whiskering around old stage and
your aching bones, keeping, it is said, death from the door
by always wearing your finery and never ever
letting your mask slip.
Masked Flight
They took all the cold from the land
even the frost that has become eternal and hard
as precious stone
until we couldn’t remember any longer what cold
felt like and only the determining sun and its
light, unable to keep out, hungry
for our secrets, folding itself in specters and
shallows, a filigree without beauty
turning my stomach sour when I thought too long
and let my guard
slip. There is an odd resistance to becoming
an old version of yourself
how, in the periphery of the pantomime
you learn unexpectedly, what began the march
and what ended it.
~~~
Candice Louisa Daquin is an immigrant of French/Egyptian descent. She worked in publishing in Europe before immigrating to America to become a Psychotherapist. She edits for Raw Earth Ink, Tint Journal, The Pine Cone Review, Writers Resist, Life & Legends, Parcham Literary Magazine & Queer Ink.
Her piece, Phantasma, featured in 2022, was nominated for the Pushcart Prize. Daquin’s debut novel The Cruelty, can be found HERE. You can find her reblogs, features, and interviews on TSI HERE.
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Shades Of The Truth
aperspectivism gathers the collective of perspectivism
perspectivism is the opinion of the individual
individual views skew reality
reality is not subjective
subjective internal bias changes outcomes
outcomes need facts to determine the truth
Look
Look back and be grateful you had the strength, will, and desire to keep going and overcome that shit. Slap yourself on the back for making it through. Life is literally a bitch sometimes, and the fact that you can make it through… kudos to YOU!
Look forward and understand that sometimes life is just all about throwing roadblocks in your path, but you’ll deal with it as it gets here… and sometimes life will throw some sweetness your way, enjoy it while it lasts. YOU just make the best of either situation.
Look around and appreciate the good in this world; let it soften the unpleasantness that reality sometimes brings; it will be more palatable that way. YOUR perception and acceptance of how things are, and choosing to see and strive for better, is what will help you overcome the negativity that life can send your way.
Look within and find the BEST you have inside to put forward every day! Share yourself with the world to help influence others to do the same. YOU are in command of your ONE life, steer it wisely.
What I Do
Redux
I bleed emotions
onto a computer screen
and occasionally on paper;
I’m pouring out in pixels and ink.
What do you do for your sanity?
Image credit – Mohamed_hassan – Pixabay
Originally posted 4/20/2019 on I Write Her.
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