Kendra Canfield: Favorites

Mar 2012 Kendra Canfield

JL

I grab words from you

They are precious to me

I want to keep them folded

Safe in my pocket.

*But
I hang on to the end of your sentences
Like a starved man holds a crust of bread

I know that you are too beautiful for me to hold
Too precious and rare to belong to me
I am the humble farm boy
You the long haired princess

...the boy who hides in the garden
Just to hear you sing

I don't deserve you
Long legged and delicate

(Keeping a butterfly in a jar
With a single stick to rest on
The hardest thing for the scientist to do
Is unscrew the cap
And let her float away)

Mar 2012 Kendra Canfield

Poetry made easy

Mar 2012 Kendra Canfield

JL

Poetry made easy

Catchy first line abuser
Thinking about your eyes
Looking at your ceiling
As you wait for sleep

Your voice
Your hands
Your laugh
Your eyes
Those are the things that haunt me the most about you
And they haunt my poetry line to line

Wishing for arms that cant comfort
Arms wrapped warm around another
Two strands of spider web
Wrapping up the fly

Ink black seas
Spice ladden ships
Afternoons I spent watching
The boats dock and tie
And I imagined
One day
A boat would bring you to me
And my dreams of you will fall between the cracks in the dock
To swim forever with fish

Feb 2012 Kendra Canfield

gold keys

Feb 2012 Kendra Canfield

Rebecca McDade

gold keys

cast away the sorrow,
she did
stopped regretting the tomorrows.
her worries in a jar
the lid
locked tight with gold keys borrowed.

Feb 2012 Kendra Canfield

BY STARLIGHT.

Feb 2012 Kendra Canfield

Terry Collett

BY STARLIGHT.

She’d tell you
which group of stars

were what
in the evening sky

as you stood outside
the church after

choir practice
of a Friday night

and her finger
would lift up

and point it all out
and her words

would drift
on the night air

like cigarette smoke
and you held onto

her every word
as she spoke

not for what she said
of night sky

or constellation of stars
but for the sound

of her voice
how it disturbed

the universe
made the deadly silence

less deadly
how they could bring

you in close to her
could embrace you

as she did
when no one

was looking
or you were both alone

some place standing
or sitting face to face

and that particular night
as she pointed up

and out
her other hand

grabbed yours
in the evening dark

and gave a squeeze
and hold

and then let go
how deep

that love was back then
is hard to figure

but love it was
you know.

Feb 2012 Kendra Canfield

Dear Deer

Feb 2012 Kendra Canfield

Samuel

Dear Deer

for the first time
I can't wait
until the morning
comes around
to
pluck me
from my idleness

Feb 2012 Kendra Canfield

Red Tailed Fox Striped Jewelry Box

Feb 2012 Kendra Canfield

Taylor Marion

Red Tailed Fox Striped Jewelry Box

Red tailed fox striped jewelry box,
but these jewels shine of coal.
I keep trying to feel,
but I got no hope
in my heart
or in my soul.

Red tailed fox striped jewelry box,
you sit next to the bearded elf.
Third from the right, seventh shelf.
I carry you around like a babydoll.
Ragged dress with a hooded eye;
you reek of destruction,
but like a prized possession
I'll carry you to my grave when I die.

Red tailed fox striped jewelry box,
may you spare me one key?
I beg of you to open up,
Please, please, please!
Shed some light for me.
Golden
Grown
Sewn
and
Shown.
That's how our hearts seem out to be.
Dripping wild, red cries of kerosine.
Their voice sounds of dusty rust
when they sing.
Tripping over the finish line
their broken back
CRACK
CRACK
CRACK
cracking.

Red tailed fox striped jewelry box,
but like a door
this box holds much more.
Much more than a box has held before.
The secrets that lie
rest behind
dark, evil crescent moons
like the sun reaching an eclipse.
Typhoon lips.
Untouchable kiss.
Half of a whole.
Red tailed fox striped jewelry box
shines of nothing
but a bunch of coal.

Feb 2012 Kendra Canfield

Dear Quiet Desert

Feb 2012 Kendra Canfield

Samuel

Dear Quiet Desert

nothing to say kind-
ness full of getting better and
hidden out among going nowhere for
lack of a better desert to waste early pills in

feeling requisite and searing updraft setting
weaker weaker dear quiet desert dear
freedom downed glass of freedom

fitting room water room dear
don't wait for anyone to go

away early desert
better pills full
of getting quiet

Feb 2012 Kendra Canfield

Kite High

Feb 2012 Kendra Canfield

JL

Kite High

You swallowed all the important puzzle pieces
Maybe when you pull your finger scissors out of the socket
You won't remember how sad this is

Doing all the downtown drugs
Gives you the uptown feeling
Ringing your head like a church bell

******* you for turning even a simple drive home
Into a knock down drag out
I don't need your mess of wires
I'll just wait until you sleep
And take a kitchen knife to your circuits
....yeah that's what I'm gonna do

Feb 2012 Kendra Canfield

Field Studies

Feb 2012 Kendra Canfield

JL

Field Studies

I am lying about birds
Same the grass like fingers
The clouds are not perfect
Only chemical images
Of tables and chairs and normal living things
Mountain dagger
I picked up and cut the vines with
Shadows are cut from scissors
And
Silently placed upon the floor
Dreamed up in ashes
And mixed with water
On old China dishes
Tables snapped and spat on
Nighttime took my soul
And spread it on the sea
Where its cursed eternal
Locked in chaotic storms
Lighting that split
Directly outside your window
And in that moment you saw the bright glow
When you know about fear
Echoes are never friendly
Titanic split silences
Beds are a safer place sometimes
While other times its hell
So i wrapped a bit of tree bark
Once cooked by lightning
And a clover crushed swallowed
Dreams are beautiful places on the back of my mind