Grief Paints Herself Void of Substance


Hearts distended,
termites feed
my emotional wooden cocoon.

In time unfurled.
Color will vaporize
on heavy lidded sunset.

Tears of saudade,
covet what belongs
trapped in perfidy.

Grief paints herself empty of faith.
Weeping statues dissolve marble;
only traces remain void of substance.

Tornados sob.
Everything wise dead.
Innocence & beauty
withers her philosophy away.

Tension snakes across wires.
Holding us from falling sideways –
lightning casts’ dark skies
stages without masters.

Billion voices atrophy.
Mr. Mirror image
pull the strings from flesh,
happiness cafard,
flowers anorexic.

All things
Stand looking at themselves.
Still against shroud
as we are,
we are no more.
Roll the film
to empty audience.

Sunshine unzips
its complexion;
behind it a sad destiny –
waiting to be held
waiting to wail.

For who among us –
Shelled and pulled, could
in scourge of truth know
Tenderness by our inchworm;
climb to itching greed.

Staple gun my everlasting woe.
Hammering our breath,
teeth wrinkle of weary,
alone we request.

Spiked baptism
wetting the brows
of unadorned novices,
knelt in piqued splendor
Come the Christendom.

A Cyclops ram
howls unexpectedly.
Drenching in agony
without volumes;
tragic heeds ahead.

Wings of leather
Darken skies bled of iron,



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This is our 2nd collaboration
with my coolest sister Candice Louisa Daquin.

A very different theme challenge
about emotions, something new in poetry,

something special about 2 minds bringing forth an
eclectic heart and feel that comes from within.

My sister and I, feel so proud of this work.
I hope her and I collaborate again.
She’s an inspiration and an influential.

Please pay her site a visit. She’s writes the best poetry ever written.




56 thoughts on “Grief Paints Herself Void of Substance

  1. This is a strong piece. The cocoon is food for termites. Not something that will dissolve when it’s inhabitance is ready. Just deadwood. Wings of leather. Raining iron. All things that are part of nature but has been processed or dug up by ‘man.’ All that he’s exploited and stolen is now pouring down. As the great Sitting Bull said ‘Man is not the web, only a strand in the web.” …”You’re future is a mystery to me.”

    1. Nature always wears the colors of the spirit. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

      The reference of cocoon was based on the idea of the emotionally that the forces around the world are being taken over and hijacked through our heighten emotions and anger that possesses us.

      The future is a mystery…my sister and I, executed this theme of emotion and capturing of what the world itself is feeling and yet, needs to fully become aware of the dangers in front of them.

    1. Charlie,

      In the strangest way, this poem reminds me of my Uncle who refuses to eat
      but constantly complains about being hungry

      (+) wild diversity of interpretations
      (+) inexhaustible ambiguities
      (+) constant amazement with a tinge of hard-to-reach itch
      (+) I gave a handwritten copy of this poem to a prison chaplain
      (+) he asked me if the poem had been boiled down to “syrup”

      Charlie, once again you have laid your heart open to the benign
      indifference of
      somehow you found another human to collaborate with
      I salute the both of you

      1. Your comment reminds me
        of a time when inexhaustible complains;
        we’re made by amazement & salt.

        Somehow it laid open
        to ambiguities & frosty aluminum.
        WordPresscom salutes you back
        at your human copy self
        who hand-writes interpretations
        & makes poems with “syrup”.

        Hungry for diversity?
        collaboration awakens the 3rd mind
        and boils benign & such.

        Here’s something strange
        magic dots profusely mocking the skies.

  2. A wonderful collaboration, Charlie and Candice. Congratulations!
    I didn’t have lo look up one word. The feelings in this poem go beyond the words. The emotion is the alphabet.

    1. Thank you Resa.

      Candice is a great influence on me and she challenged me on the theme topic of ‘Emotion’. I’m glad I did this writing with her and she really took me deeper into what both of us we’re feeling of the world around us and everything that’s happening.


  3. This, to me, is a work of transformation. After everything you’ve been through, after everything that life has hurled at you, you are at a transition period, a crossroads of sorts, and I feel as if this is you coming to terms with it. I’m reminded a bit of Robert Frost, particularly his poem, “The Road Not Taken,” which ends with these few simple yet powerful lines:

    “Two roads diverged in a wood, and I–
    I took the one less traveled by,
    And that has made all the difference.”

    Life and living can be intimidating. It has its ups and downs, its moments of ecstatic joy and its gut-wrenching times of sadness, but it is nevertheless an adventure well-worth the time and effort. I very well could be misinterpreting your intent, but that’s what I took away from it. Bravo, my friend! This is definitely one of my favorites from you. 🙂

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