Sunny Side Up

She liked her eggs sunny side up
Runny……

      … running away
Like she always did

She poked the yolks
Releasing them, releasing her
From destinies and obligations
Yellow trickles of madness

Ooooozing……

Soaking grainy plateaus on her plate
Mesas she never climbed
The people left behind
Standing there
Like the salt and pepper shakers
Stoically staring her down

This.. a mere snippet of it all
Life served on a platter
Exchanged for prices
And slices of her heart
She toyed with the lettuce
Lifting it, loathing it
A worthless embellishment

     Wilting…

Dying in front of her
Like all the rest

 
For Open Link Night at dVerse. Grace is our host!

Originally written for a poetic prompt in 2015 where we were challenged by Claudia Schoenfeld to write layered poetry.

If you are new to dVerse, OLN is an opportunity to share one poem with other poets in a welcoming, non-judgemental environment. We would love to have you join us.  Doors open at 3 p.m. EST.

Collaboration for Peace – 43

Free Fall

we’re free falling
flying without wings
hands clasped
tugging
at the cord that binds
us to the past
leaving behind the strife
the worries
the discord
and drifting into the
open arms of peace

 

© Candace Kubinec

Photo: Mish

Candy and I are taking a short break. We’ll be back with more photos and poetry in January. Our goal is to reach 52 posts – a whole year of collaboration!

Collaboration for Peace – 40

 

The Beacon

Adrift I float
No gentle breeze
To send me home
only dreams
To guide me
To urge me forward
Through doubts and fears
I am not afraid
To travel on
Hope shines brightly
A beacon on the horizon

© Candace Kubinec

 

Photo: Mish

Photo: Mish

Twilight Affair

Sun

Gushes

Spills secrets

On cloud canvass

Shades of clementine

Zig- zags of lemon zest

 Layers of cinnamon swirls

Cosmic candlelight dims on cue

Speckles of honey ginger sky gloss

Night covers day in tangerine kisses

~

For “Meeting the Bar”, Victoria reintroduced the etheree, a form of poetry that ascends from one to ten syllables or words.  A reversed etheree would read from ten to one. These can be alternated and stacked to create a geometrical poem. Drop in and check out more of them at dVerse.

Chasing Sunsets

 

We barely finish dinner of cauliflower and chickpea coconut curry, when you suggest we dash to the beach. The sky, like a southwestern painting of burnt orange and turquoise is obstructed by the stately maple tree in our back yard. Donning my fall jacket for the first time this year, I welcome the brisk, blustery air. My flip flops fight the downhill slope as I clutch our camera in one hand and my hair in the other. Somehow, I am surprised to see the lake lashing on tawny shores, oblivious to the solace of the setting sun. The clouds remind me of pieces of cauliflower we have just consumed, but these are now inked with the inevitable gloaming of day’s end. Still amazed by the infinity of the Great Lakes, you take to the camera, capturing all possible angles. I reminisce of similar spontaneous races to canyons in your enchanted land. Was it just for me? I think not, as I watch you take one last photo of gleaming sands soaking in orange.

 

Summer embraces fall
Celestial glow unfading
Reflections of love

 

 

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Written for Haibun Monday, a new addition to the schedule over at dVerse Poet’s Pub. This is my first attempt at writing a haibun, a combination of prose and haiku.

 

Sunny Side Up

She liked her eggs sunny side up
Runny……

      … running away
Like she always did

She poked the yolks
Releasing them, releasing her
From destinies and obligations
Yellow trickles of madness

Ooooozing……

Soaking grainy plateaus on her plate
Mesas she never climbed
The people left behind
Standing there
Like the salt and pepper shakers
Stoically staring her down

This.. a mere snippet of it all
Life served on a platter
Exchanged for prices
And slices of her heart
She toyed with the lettuce
Lifting it, loathing it
A worthless embellishment

     Wilting…

Dying in front of her
Like all the rest

~

Written for dVerse where we are working on layered poetry.

My Brother

Driving east from our hometown

I remember a sunset

Blazing behind me

Reds I’d never known

Tangerines twisted

In tones of blue silk

Ivory smiles, infectious

Masquerading as cirrus clouds

I think it was you, my brother

I think it was you

              ~

Miles were meaningless

Moments embedded in golden hues

Purple streams extended

Like arms that had my back

I never lost sight of your afterglow

Love as large as the sun

Fades not in distance

Or in hearts

I think it was you, my brother

I think it was you

Grace encouraged us to write about brothers/brotherhood for dVerse poetics.  I lost my only brother suddenly when he was 36.  This was written as I recalled the most amazing sunset, traveling home one day from the small town I grew up in. It just happened to be his birthday.

Fusion

Colours were meant to be blended.

People are destined to live in harmony.

Don’t they know?

That’s what hearts are for.

~

The Power of Peace

 

PEACE isn’t merely a word,

A two fingered gesture

Casually tossed

At passers-by

PEACE enters darkness

To separate innocence

From all that destroys

PEACE is a power

Stronger than evil

But much more intelligent

PEACE doesn’t fight

PEACE uses its words,

Its heart, its mind

PEACE takes its time

To think, to listen, to believe

That we are all the same

And those that hate

Need PEACE to guide them

Not guns in their hands

Or more sorrow in their hearts

PEACE is Love

And LOVE is Peace

Hand in hand

 

 

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http://artists4peace.wordpress.com/

 

 

 

Weekly Photo Challenge: Saturated

Flags of two countries

Soaking in the same light

Equally burdened

Nuzzled by the night

 

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/09/27/photo-challenge-saturated/

Speechless

Neon sun

Ignite my sky

Radiate my soul

Illuminate my heart

Set my mind ablaze

With brilliant words

To detail your dazzle

And rave of your radiance

For I have none

That give justice to

This smoldering wonder

This fire before me

Unedited shots taken near our home in southwestern Ontario.