Divided.
Broken.
What went wrong?
Eight years gone
Like they never existed together.
A deep black pit grows
Where his heart used to be.
His love turned to hate
In the misery she shaped.
The silence between them stretches.
Just one word, one whisper
Might shatter the fragile worlds
They've created apart.
Written by Candace Shultz
Monday, April 24, 2017
Wednesday, June 8, 2016
Disconnected
Disconnected
By Candace Shultz
My heart grows distant.
You're far away.
I try to move closer,
But you won't stay.
The farther you go,
The less I try
Because what's the point
When it's always goodbye?
* Written on February 18, 2015
Wednesday, April 27, 2016
Bleak Gray Sky
Here is the poem I wrote for Day 26 of NaPoWriMo.
Bleak Gray Sky
As I walk under a bleak gray sky,
The rain drops on me one by one.
I wait for the heavens
To pour their wrath on my skin
And drench me to the core.
The cold seeps into my bones.
There's nowhere to go but forward.
There's nowhere to hide.
My only hope is to walk quickly
And pray for a ray of light
To break through the clouds
And spread its warmth
Until the gray sky turns blue
And the sun shines once again.
Bleak Gray Sky
As I walk under a bleak gray sky,
The rain drops on me one by one.
I wait for the heavens
To pour their wrath on my skin
And drench me to the core.
The cold seeps into my bones.
There's nowhere to go but forward.
There's nowhere to hide.
My only hope is to walk quickly
And pray for a ray of light
To break through the clouds
And spread its warmth
Until the gray sky turns blue
And the sun shines once again.
Kill a Spider
For Day 25 of NaPoWriMo we were prompted to write a poem that begins with a line from another poem, but then go somewhere completely different with it. I chose Kato Shuson's haiku (I found her poem here):
I kill an ant
and realize my three children
have been watching.
Instead of beginning my poem with her line though, I chose to reword it and create my own troiku. You can find more information about the form of troiku here.
Kill a Spider
I kill a spider
and realize my daughter
watched me the whole time
I kill a spider
its small body squashed under
my size-seven shoes
and realize my daughter
later kills a ladybug
no care in the world
watched me the whole time
but does not understand that
it's not coming back
I kill an ant
and realize my three children
have been watching.
Instead of beginning my poem with her line though, I chose to reword it and create my own troiku. You can find more information about the form of troiku here.
Kill a Spider
I kill a spider
and realize my daughter
watched me the whole time
I kill a spider
its small body squashed under
my size-seven shoes
and realize my daughter
later kills a ladybug
no care in the world
watched me the whole time
but does not understand that
it's not coming back
Kitten
I decided to write a cinquain for Day 24 of NaPoWriMo. I followed Cinquain Form #2 from this website where you write five lines of poetry: the first line is one word; the second is two adjectives; the third is three -ing- words; the fourth is a complete sentence of at least 4 words; and the last line is one word, often a synonym of the first line.
~ ~ ~
~ ~ ~
Kitten
Kitten
Soft, cuddly
Playing, purring, napping
My daughter wants one
Cat
Discouraged
I've been feeling a bit discouraged this month because I haven't been able to keep up with writing a poem every day. So for Day 23 of NaPoWriMo, I'm sharing this poem I wrote that expresses those feelings.
Discouraged
I'm behind again,
Discouraged
I'm behind again,
Never catching up.
The road before me
Keeps stretching,
My destination
A speck in the distance.
My mind keeps wandering:
A rainbow catches my eye.
The colorful flowers distract me.
A baby cries,
And I look for him.
A little girl giggles,
And I must know why.
I look behind me to see
The road has changed,
No longer straight.
It curves and bends,
Changed by my choices,
Diverted from distractions.
I look forward again.
The end of the road
Seems so far away.
How will I ever get there?
A Yellow Flower
For Day 22 of NaPoWriMo, we were prompted to write a poem in honor of Earth Day. Though my poem isn't exactly in honor of the Earth, it does involve a yellow flower.
A Yellow Flower
She runs up the hill,
her long blonde hair
flowing behind her.
She bends down
to look at the flowers.
She picks one,
and runs back down.
She holds out her hand
to me and shows me
a single yellow flower.
So small. So delicate.
She gives it to me,
then runs back up the hill,
leaving me with a tiny
yellow flower and a smile.
A Yellow Flower
She runs up the hill,
her long blonde hair
flowing behind her.
She bends down
to look at the flowers.
She picks one,
and runs back down.
She holds out her hand
to me and shows me
a single yellow flower.
So small. So delicate.
She gives it to me,
then runs back up the hill,
leaving me with a tiny
yellow flower and a smile.
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