Across the Street
Red ball cap bobbing,
Neighbor raps to the stutter
Of her lawnmower.
Eyes
Her eyes are reflected on my mind
They light the darkness in my heart
Just a flash and I see her face again
Feel the tingle, feel the charge
Never believed I’d meet her
Never look into those eyes
When she came into my life
Like an angel in the night
She fills my heart with her light
and now her memory holds me tight, again.
I’ve searched for a night of eternity
Seen her only in my dreams at night
And then she came to my reality
Drawing towards me with her eyes
I’ve seen those eyes before
Those eyes, I’ve seen them in my dreams
Now I know what their vision means
We have a life it seems
The love we share is real
Now can we keep these feelings now and here?
I can’t believe I would fall in love
I’ve thought of lessons I had learned
Without a word she makes me understand
Memories I’ve already earned
I feel a Spark between us
That make me realize
We were meant for each others eyes
And now we’ve made the ties
A communion of our lives
And we’ll not sacrifice the light we share
© 2014 D. Edward Croy
SIDETRIP: Route 1
A quest for the perfect,
take the slow road.
Wend your way improvisationally.
Resist the mecca.
Anchor the sprawling quiet,
Bathe in the protected Harbor.
The next worthwhile stop is home.
At any point: you.
[a found poem from a National Parks clipping, page 44]
IN THE CITY
A distance I will keep
Protecting land in my sleep
Like a war does people
Like a war kills people
Like a smile breaks a frown
The laughing of a clown
A side that’s broken down
He haunts me with his eyes of fire
The bruiting sounds as the flame gets higher
The open road
Or a sky to fold
A space for rent
If HELL finds me bent
A bullet and a cry
On the corner where I died
The Raven warm and dry
Embraced
This is time to say goodbye
For I have sworn I cannot die
For this just my time to fly
11 am Poem
I really don’t know when it occurred
Perhaps it was after I finally heard
That somebody cares about how I feel
Somebody likes the fact that I’m real.
10 am Poem
A laugh, a smile
You’re my rock.
It’s been a while
Since that talk.
Now
Now that I’m here
My vision is clear
my words and deeds
Strong like oak
Unyielding
Standing tall in my wisdom
Ever grateful
That I am here
What It Is
Hour 6 – 11:00 AM
Courageous in thought.
Actions are words.
Complexed in theory.
A Man’s faith is dependent on his notion of clarity.
Where we sought a truth but were handed a lie.
It’s our job to see past through to the other side.
A side more vivid a higher self profound.
Discovered is a world where we share no middle ground.
– J.C. ©
Letter I can never send
You are my inspiration
Where are you
You had said the musk is inside
The deer always has always will
That musk, that inner light
That we all possess
How I know this but
Still “I” don’t know
My mind and my body
Are in chaos
I know that we have never “met”
I am restless indoors and outdoors
What is this love of mine?
How can I find some one?
Who can take this message?
To my “inspiration” …
(For my favorite poet – Kabir Das)
Seema Sahoo – ©
Letter to Me
Harvey,
or should I call you Javier?
I don’t want to be too familiar.
But we have known each other
for as long as I can remember.
I don’t want to waste your valuable time.
And maybe you don’t have any for someone like me.
But I have to ask in hopes that you’ll hear.
What is it
that motivates
you
to write?