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 Oct 2019 Cana
Dré
Flicker
 Oct 2019 Cana
Dré
The candle flickered the way his eyes had done that night.
A slight interruption in a stillness, composed of perpetual motions.

I found him there, where certainty ends and surrender begins;
a space we created together but on our own.

Sovereignty in our togetherness saw fear dissipate with pride
when he held out his hand that night.
 Jun 2019 Cana
Fearless
Duck Couples
 Jun 2019 Cana
Fearless
the lake like a mirror nestled between emerald mountains
frosting sits on the top of grandfather peaks
watching wise and ancient bearded in pines and hemlock
hopeless romantics gliding through peaceful waters
talking quietly to each other as mist rises with the sun
 Jun 2019 Cana
Fearless
Reflections
 Jun 2019 Cana
Fearless
So still I see the mountains sit
the clouds as if it were the sky
this lake of glass reflecting it
brings a peaceful little sigh

the mirror when I look at me
green eyes and long golden hair
but a tortured soul is what I see
wishing I'd see beauty there

and then I look upon your face
I see more of me in you than me
forgotten myself in the rat race
struggling to find a way to be free

At long last I finally look at Him
and there is my reflected need
so I surrender everything on a whim
and now I find my heart is freed
 Aug 2018 Cana
Sydney Victoria
I love it when she’s blue,
I love it when she’s gold,
I love it when she’s silver,
I love it when she’s cold,
I love it when she’s quiet,
I love it when she’s bold,
I love it when she’s calm,
I love it when she folds
I love her for her secrets,
I love her for her songs,
I love her for her rights,
I love her for her wrongs,
I love it when she moves me,
When she pulls me,
When she soothes me,
I love it when she’s red,
I love it when she’s gray,
I love it when she’s mine,
I love it when she strays,
I love her for her warmth,
I love her for her stare,
I love her for her depths,
I love her for her care.
I’m in love with ocean. Her beauty, her grace. The secrets she harbors, the life she gives to all creatures. I love the way she holds me & makes me feel free. I am euphoric, I can see her now. No caps because I am truly meek in her presence.
 Jul 2018 Cana
Nishu Mathur
And what do I serve with tea?

Of a cake layered with words - a slice
A croissant with stirring smilies
Quiche with quaint archaic spice -
Fresh from a poet's repository.

In the clink and chime of quills and ***
And spoons that stir the brew of tea
Dark or creamed, winter or spring
Here's to a cup of poetry.
 Jul 2018 Cana
Banele Msimango
Home
 Jul 2018 Cana
Banele Msimango
I wish It didn't
become this way, I
have strangers
calling me son, as
soon as I close my
eyes I am home

I only hope this
wasn't but a dream,
I miss my mom
 Jul 2018 Cana
Maria Etre
Shrug it off darling,
all birds
need to fly
some know
their way back
others
find new ones..

Shrug it off..
some birds might
stay and dance
with every
shrug..
shrug burden birds partners him her dance home
 Jul 2018 Cana
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
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