We
Made of paper
Write our words
In careful ink
Watching how
Underside
Bleeds
***
We
Made of
Fog
Obscure our
Walk forward
In obstacle
And loss
***
We
Made of
Wrung hands
Gather yet dry
Clothes on line
Before rain
Unbidden
Falls in noiseless
Sheets
Turning lawn
Vivid green
***
We
Made of
Incomplete
Stitch
Find no
Substance within
Wicked light
Dashes birds from roost
Darkening impending cloud
Like spilt ink
The words
Of my stained
Radiance
Dried and smudgeproof
With furied
Element
by CANDICE DAQUIN
© All rights reserved 2016
unbolt me 
Made of mud
We stand tall in arrogance
Never ready to bow
But to be mud
Once dead
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Interesting addition, Ajaykohli. 😉
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Thanks
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I thank you. I thank you. I thank you♡♡♡
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It’s we who should thank you, Candice. Your work inspires us to do better with our own efforts. It’s a privilege to feature you here! 🙂
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We love you, Candice ❤
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I love you guys and i don’t use love lightly
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The feeling is mutual, Candice. We are such HUGE fans of you. 😀
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Wanna be in your gang
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Join in! There’s always space for you, Candice! 😀
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♡
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Extremely beautiful and well written. There seems to be a fragility about people whatever they are or are doing in her poem. Wonderful!
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Yes, I think I see that element too, Mandi. So nice to have you here again! 🙂
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Bravo! Candice nailed this poem right in the tooth. 🙂
I’m such a fan of my sisters work and I love her a lot. She’s an intelligent human being with a gifted & talented heart.
Her words here are tremendously strong and powerful.
🙂
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You took the words right out of my mouth, Charlie. I’m in complete agreement with you there! 🙂
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It’s true. Candice knows how to cover ground and really hit us readers with her honest and brilliance. 🙂
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love this!
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So do we! Thanks so much for visiting with us and reading this fine poem! 🙂
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I am reading this and love the way the words flow, the images it creates. And then I get to the last section. And I have to stop and read it over again.
We
Made of
Incomplete
Stitch
Find no
Substance within
I love the image here, the emptiness. It’s something we can all relate to.
Wicked light
Dashes birds from roost
Darkening impending cloud
Like spilt ink
The words
Of my stained
Radiance
Dried and smudgeproof
With furied
Element
I feel like I need to let this part sink in more…
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There’s a lot to take in, I agree. Candice has a way of packing in so much meaning with so few words. 🙂
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beautifully written, indeed
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It truly is, isn’t it? 🙂
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That’s a bad woman. I say this often of her. She killed it here. It’s dead:
“Made of
Wrung hands
Gather yet dry
Clothes on line
Before rain
Unbidden
Falls in noiseless
Sheets
Turning lawn
Vivid green
***
We
Made of
Incomplete
Stitch
Find no
Substance within
Wicked light”
Love this~
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You’re obviously a huge fan of Candice’s work, trE. Gotta say we are too! Mighty big fans! 🙂
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Yup. I like when folks can make words bend to their spell. It’s captivating.
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There’s a structure, an image here, of words, none out of place, no over-under used, for me near perfect, no more than, perfection my eyes see, my eyes read.
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You put it better than I could have. I completely agree. 🙂
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Wow, love that! Perfect ink
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Candice is quite a talented writer. A lot of her stuff really gives Tati and I food for thought, you know? We’re so happy to have introduced you to someone of her calibre. 🙂
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