ticks its tock


ticks its tock

a poem by Candice Schutter

yesterday was body-numb wonderment
mind running rampant
assuming itself
in charge

caught
in the deluded space where
a change of heart
is deemed
failure
where what remains unfinished
ticks its tock

laughter enters the crack
woe is nothing, dear one
for the intrinsic is plentiful
or so the self-soother coos
her voice a chalice for curiosity turned sour
I gulp and devour her breathy song
a drunken necessity on such days
when pain looms big
and vices
small

news feeds do not
hungry is the scroll
the irony of humanity
forgotten
intimacy replaced by reality see-me internet tv
even the noblest of sentiments compete for ad-space
a shameful silence echoing beneath the chronic onslaught of noise
hide or show up
either way
it is the spotlight
that keeps lives from
being seen

ambition has left me quiet
only memories and madness remain
I listen
try to respond and re-order
pages and time
an unseen wish is in the making


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an honest dance


an honest dance

a poem by Candice Schutter

some days
the muse cannot be hindered
by the confines of
syntax
logic fails
to capture
the silent roar
of her soulular
y a w n

i write anyway
empty
is as worthwhile an aim
as any other

leaning into darker rhythms
i drop into the streetwise freestyle
of poetry unleashed
the choreographer's tyranny
abandoned
for the sake of
an
honest
dance

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without it


without it

a poem by Candice Schutter

got it figured out, do you?
careful, wise one
your clever cloak is too finely woven
someone is sure to snag
the fabric of
your truth

wrap your gift too tightly
and it can
never
be
opened

certainty won’t hold for long
the weight of
change is

too sure

give life to your

no hero but yourself
when the pulse of pain prompts you
rise to greet it
and turn it into
something
real

stillness makes you squirm
it is so intended
until you
free the serpent within
so it may
use you for good

shed the cloak you cling to
toss it to the wind
like an old newspaper


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these two


these two

a poem by Candice Schutter

[The true love story shared at the wedding of my dear friends, Keri Roberts & DrDan Berger]

‘twas solstice night
we
five points of a fallen star
spinning elements wide
and deep
she was the earth
flying solo
she entered first
beating the breeze with her hips
breathing
center
whirling light

calling
him
in

the gods giggled with glee
his presence
was
fated

the deepest dark
orbs of him
orbited her too
dancing her circles
she beat his drum with her beauty

they breathed in unison
without even knowing
and
a future
was
conjured

his attention
summoned her soul
she was
d i s l o c a t e d
a g a i n

all at once
ripped anew

but not like before

this time
would be
the last
and
she cried out
broken

he swept upon her
in orchestrated perfection
reaching her first
and with the courage of his touch
he popped her
back
into
place

sure as silk
she softened to him

swift pain
when fated
is a
sweet and sudden
relief

he gave her his shirt
swaddled her arm
to her heart
tethering her
to his
for good

I remember her eyes that night
they glistened wet
but not with pain
with the promise of new love

you see
I know
a miracle
when
I see it

ask me if I’ve seen two souls kismet
and I will laugh and show you
these two

an egyptian gypsy love
etched upon
the temple walls
they walk together
now
and
on that
night
always

flow joined them
together
and now
the hoop
is
on
her
finger

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rosemary fingers


rosemary fingers

a poem by Candice Schutter

In being found, I am lost

He stumbled upon me
and

fell 
into 
the truth

is the exposure
the lie
or my salvation?

lost at sea
eyes that pour
I drew boats in
any craft
that might save me
from the surge
of being seen

Is too much
a sign of too little before
and a welcome advance
of possibility?

Or am I
once more
trying to fit inside
what isn’t?

no answer
muted moon
rosemary fingers
still linger

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