Dear Frost

Dear Mr. Frost,

As a person who shares the same first name I must admit,

It never felt good sharing that name with so many who have come before me who actually made a difference to people.

It never felt like sunshine and flowers feeling like I had no sense of purpose.

But, I really have to hand it to you.

Once I realized that the path of least resistance could also be the road less traveled, that has already made all the difference.

I learned that when there is no path laid out for you, the possibilities are limitless.

I learned that least resistance could also be a clean slate.

Like living with my past didn’t mean I was sentenced to be incarcerated in it.

Robert, I want you to know now, I am no longer shameful of my name.

I want you to know that the clean slate has helped me carve a path for those like me to follow

Or to use as a baseline for others to create their own road.

My slate which was at first blank, is filled with examples of how the focus of will and energy help to see your happy ending even through the thickets.

Be not afraid of the impending storm,

Fear not the pain that is to come,

The light at the end of the tunnel is not as far as you see it.

It is just your mind focussing on what really matters.

 

Two roads diverged and I chose to take the road less traveled and I have made all the difference.

how much is that doggie in the window?

how much will it cost me to spend a little time-

wait for you on the sofa so we can conversate

way into the night;

it isn’t just a passing thing-

it always calls for more,

the energy we exert can burn a world down

but we go on not willing to admit-

wrestling with the whys and the why nots

that our lives reveal-

wondering if maybe in a different time and space

if this could be forever

you and me

face to face.

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

National Parks,  p 44
National Parks, p 44

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.

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.  ©