Commute
Took thirty minutes
to get to where my job is.
This will have to do
Freedom
There’s a valley called Freedom, far away
Hardly loyal to the name, to this day
From the glorious peaks of the mountains
And the bubbling music of the fountains
Its people were slave to freedom
And engulfed in slavery’s boredom
The river, always so revolting in its ways
Suggested to the wind and its sways
They conspired against the bounds invisible
Bring them to light, make them visible
An earthbound, god-fearing
Gave birth to a girl daring
The grasslands and forever running fields
Cherished in her words and dreams
The sky smiled at her desire to fly
Her boldness to utter ‘why’
But Lord! Did it scare her mother!
And apprehended her brother
For it was dangerously dangerous
And the threats were numerous
It scared the people, it terrorized them
How she questioned; that freedom’s gem
How she dared inquire onto the origins of their chains
How could they recall all nature’s claims?
They were angered at the bounds
But fools! Turned the lesson around
Hunted freedom when their shackles did not break
Poured out her blood, dipped in their stake
The trees, tall and proud, bowed down shamefully
The birds chirped such melancholy
Malice and misery devoured freedom
And the people congratulated themselves on regaining boredom
But no, the shimmering river and the wind were no fools
They knew their young love had broken some rules ‘
For the seeds were sown for freedom to claim
And Freedom was then never the same
Poem Nine
Why do I try
For you to like me
You say you like me one day
But the next you make me an idiot
Yet I still try To make myself
Feel accepted,
That I’m needed,
By you
Why do I try
For you to accept me
When one day I’m in the click
But I turn my back you stab it
Yet I still try to make myself
Smarter,
Quieter,
Less difficult,
For you
Yet I still try
All for you
I could leave
But who would accept me
When the person I respect most
Can’t
(x)
she is the effulgence in the
gathering gloom of loaming,
the scintilla of shooting stars
in the crepuscular and chthonic;
she is beauty,
shimmering sylph of a supernal arcadia…..
…..she is the dark, seductive night.
at the water’s edge
i have always been happiest at the water’s edge-
whenever i am overlooking a turquoise ocean
i come to life and feel open to the universe
like i feel in no other place.
i inhale and let the warm winds blow through my nostrils and my hair-
i let go and allow myself to exhale.
speedboats race by in front of me-
seagulls fly overhead-
i am open to the universe here-
ready and amazed with all of God’s creations.
He is here-
in small fish-
in colored glass-
in flowers i’ve never seen.
He is in the hillsides and on the mountaintops-
here at the water’s edge He reminds me that He is alive and well.
Present state of mind
It’s chilly cool to the touch leaves have fallen and so have I. Secluded not many will find me here but he knows. He knows that familiar place I go when things don’t go my way. The oasis where I can scream as loud as I want and let the tears flow a place I can hide where no one else can go.
Losing My Balance
Things haven’t been the same
Since I broke my ankle.
It’s not that it didn’t heal–
Sure it puffs up now and then, but
There’s no pain to speak of.
It’s more the feeling that
This Judas body
Betrayed me,
Leaving me unsteady,
Unsure of my footing,
And old before I was ready.
The Hall of Blue Flames
Above the diluvial plane stood the mountain
Gazing down the steppe and fields of thistle
To the small hamlet with the waist high wall of stone,
On the Isle of Skye, the village of Brittle.
Hearty Scots there knew of the man,
Ancient in days, and dark in nature
Who resided in a hidden Refuge
Near the peak of Sgurr MhicChoinnich
Though their benefactor was hardly seen,
He was known to watch them all.
But ne’er did the dark man appear in the mist,
Nor broach the stoney walls.
From the spirit man that resided there
There was only one request to them,
“Keep lit the Cairn of Aingus here
And dinna not seek entry to An Lasrach Gorm Uaimh”
© 2014 D. Edward Croy
#10, PI!
Math.
I hate math.
Equations. Sum. Division. Multiplication.
Symbols and numbers in a swirling confusing tornado.
I am built for words.