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In the face of bitterness
  I have mastered sweetness.
   By the end of this day I will have calculated
  exact measurements of cream
  to wipe clean the face of gravestones.

I will have learned to soothe the aching
    of windswept hearts,
       to break open on my part
      like a shell of chocolate
    quivering open, full of cream.
  I will have learned to love grief
     as dearly as my own dream.

At the end of my childhood -my dream-
         of owning a candy store:
      a sweet shop, a bakery….
        specializing in the art of the glazed.
     The wedding cakes, the brick tarts,
memory of a birthday, of candles, happy catering
for happy occasions of all kinds…
                 -my dream-
will grow up with time,
and like the end of the day, seeing the look on my parents' face,
feeling the clutch of my big brother's hand
I will know:
-the childlike shame-
                     to have a better chance at happiness.

My dream will transform
-through grief,
it will change
under the rain, under
wind walking through cypress
trees, it will
become something new.

Cleaner, realistic-er, the kind of thing
Mom secretly celebrates in a dream
as she sleeps the day away, plagued
by financial worries.
The candy Gran gave me (this grave of me)
melting its sweetness into my hands.

My hands will smell like lemons and syrup
all through my natural life.
Everything I touch will sweeten, sticky
itself in the light.

Grief transforms (into fruited blooms, heavy
dew, linen sheets, the clothes
blowing fresh in the wind. White as sugar, crust
with sunlight). Sweetness, such sweetness,
will enter me like a prayer.
I'll turn to candy in the light, my hands
become that of a sugary, raw

I will open the doors of my shop.
   I will invite the lovely children in,
       the lonely wives and widowed fathers,
           as well. I'll tell
the grandparents not to hang back, come in,
   have a snack, sit on down, take a plate
        would you like cream or chocolate cake?

     in the face of such silence,
  I have my baking oven.

       I have my taffy-maker, my bubbling pans
   of dulce de leche. I have a family wrought
       of a sickening-silence, a brother
       made of stone, a mother
         —like candy glass.

I'll have speeches, some sermons,
I'll have my hearty attempts to cheer them up,
I'll have frustrations

ending like songs at the end of a record,
         breaking me down like sugars in stomach acid,
                 turning to glass and candy crystal.

I'll have delicate,
I'll have fragile,
I'll have an unbroken
   love in my hands,
         I'll have love,
            I'll be love.

Grief has created something.
               In me, a world,
              at once real and illusionary,
                 standing in the face of bitterness
                      -and having mastered sweetness-
              it breaks open like a candy shell
revealing the hardened core of love:

                                       a single sun/son of hard candy.
From my poetry writing class. The exercise was to work on a piece with repetition. I tried to vary the types of repetition I used. I guess it turned out successfully. Someone commented, "Candy-maker or Undertaker" on this piece. That sounds like a good name for a poem.
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Given 2012-12-30
Candy at a Funeral by ~TheGlassIris is a poem that intertwines grief and candy in a way that feel natural and beautiful. ( Suggested by 0hgravity and Featured by thorns )
My-Middle-Name Feb 28, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
It's a daily dev, everybody loves it and then noby comments on it for almost a year :facepalm: Beautiful writing nevertheless.
TheGlassIris Feb 28, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you.
My-Middle-Name Feb 28, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
np ^.^
My-Middle-Name Feb 28, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Boogieman900 Mar 7, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I quite enjoyed this piece, the use of repetition didn't interfere with the flow of the poem, and it didn't feel like it was forced into position. Very well written.
TheGlassIris Mar 7, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you.
Sammur-amat Jan 13, 2013   General Artist
There is so much awesomeness in this piece.

I will have learned to soothe the aching
of windswept hearts,
to break open on my part
like a shell of chocolate
quivering open, full of cream.
I will have learned to love grief
as dearly as my own dream.

^This. :heart:

I know this is late, but still, kindly allow me to congratulate you on the well deserved DD, dear heart! :clap:
TheGlassIris Jan 13, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you very much. It's very kind of you to notice.
Sammur-amat Jan 14, 2013   General Artist
You are so very welcome, splendid sir! :huggle:
dynamicability Jan 1, 2013
How sweet!!! :love:
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