The Poetry Marathon

Slipping Away

It’s no surprise to me
No one knows you as I do
Hearing, listening
You narrate what you do

Can almost see you cross your arms
Defiance in your eyes
Giving back the grief to those,
So much to their surprise
It has me…

Slipping away, I’m slipping away
I’m slipping away with you
Lost in the day, I’m slipping away
I’m slipping away with you

How strange it is
How different we are
And still we see
The same elusive star

Is this the bond we share
This literari of our minds?
The give and take, articulate
The stories rarefied
They have me…

Slipping away, I’m slipping away
I’m slipping away with you
Lost in the day, I’m slipping away
I’m slipping away with you

© 2014 D. Edward Croy

4. phantoms

They were phantom books

the ones lost when screens

became the way we called

our information to mind

 

The books that fell through

that unknowable space between

space where names in drawers

once told us stories

 

Now, the click clack tap of keys

beneath our fingertips call

what we need into being

once it was the rasp of wood

 

A living thing, wood. Cut and sawn

it still breathes out a forest home

even years later, when small cards

on metal spindles fill its belly

 

Even when I dream of cubbies

holding the world’s secrets safe

cradled within once-living heartwood

tangible   as real as ancient wisdoms

 

But the feathering of air whispers

it holds secrets too   floating on thermals

like dreaming birds   their wings outstretched

reaching backwards into time   like phantoms

Fall

The red leaves and the brisk air bring a calm to my soul a cloudy day makes me go out and play reminiscent of what I call home. The time before winter when I appreciate the most the main course I look forward to year round. Once the noises are all silent and no one makes a sound. I take that leap and drift through space an experience of all some call it losing your mind but I just call it fall.

#4, After

We can still be normal.

After the loss.

Sometimes when we let it happen.

We can still be the family we were before.

When we aren’t paying attention.

When we ignore the empty chair.

But it doesn’t last forever.

The absence of her steady laugh in the back ground.

Is a screaming silence.

That is never really covered over,

by the temporary laughter.

 

12 p.m.

It’s seems funny, the way the animals sound at a distance, the mountains stand tall, I have read they could be mustard seeds, only if my faith allows…

Sway

Sway branches creak

all night long

in the frolicsome storm

I remember your voices

and the ceaseless chanting of your leaves

sing to me your stories

on the autumn winds

rock me in your arms

until the world never ends

On The Trail.

As boots crunch a trail through the leaves of the beech,
And the ferns grow to sun that is just out of reach,
The fireflies dance like a lantern alight,
While their laughter disperses the silence of night.

Mountains in the Sand

The grains of sand

Are joined in turn

A rock is formed

In this.

When gathered more

The grains of sand

A boulder

Now exists.

When gathered All

The grains together

Now I can see

The mountains in the sand.

The Green Canoe- Poem #3 for Poetry Half Marathon by Ingrid Exner

The Green Canoe by Ingrid Exner- Half Marathon Poem

I took this in Tobermorey 2013

 

It greets me at the water’s edge

Where pebbles meet the shore

“Come closer friend,” it beckons me

“And I shall tell you more.”

 

Of sparkling waters deep and clear

Weathered rock and trees,

Of Natural beauty everywhere

As far as your eye sees.

 

“Take me to the water” and

“Travel with me, down the bay”

“All you need to bring is your paddle

To bring with you this day.”

Poem #3 for poetry half marathon

A bit about me.

At least when my ADD
collides with my OCD
Things are chaotically
happening orderly.

I can sing a song of six-pence,
but not one of five,
uneven numbers,
sting in my head like angry bees
from a sticky hive.

I can also sing really fast,
marching to the drums,
Oooh squirrel!
What, how, when – FOCUS!
Hopefully I’ll stay, hold your thumbs!

Now you know a little about yours truly,
I don’t suffer ADD or OCD,
I think these things
are suffering
me!

At least when my ADD
collides with my OCD
Things are chaotically
happening orderly.