take me again
by the hand
with you and the sea
and the expanse of
life ahead
I cannot be lost
©Erin Croley
take me again by the hand with you and the sea and the expanse of life ahead I cannot be lost ©Erin Croley
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the dream of Oregon settles back in I escape bed early to sit with it connect it to the grass grown wild and become irrational about complacency ©Erin Croley distant planes and the blast of a train horn support the morning chatter of Cardinals, pigeons, pileated woodpeckers and some high-pitched warble I can't place I stand in the middle of what should be a walking path with a steady current washing over my feet stare at yellowed strawberries stunted cucumbers and decide to drink coffee ©Erin Croley curled together with heads bent and legs tucked like pretzels we share dreams to greet the day I envision us as an egg he asks how my belly opens because he wants to return there "for 100 years" and I find it hard to accept either as impossible ©Erin Croley I don't know the stages of dementia but today's blend of current reality with high school, where some of us are occasionally lost and she is happy, seems better than yesterday's tears and anger at knowing it was going to happen. ©Erin Croley (from a #WordStew prompt) rare morning
she wakes and seeks her daddy's lap and I get to listen to their whispered words a love story of endless questions ©Erin Croley droplets suspended
surround encapsulate light struggles with the opaqueness emerges a filtered haze but cannot penetrate the quiet and the falling of fog ©Erin Croley (from a #MadVerse prompt) the mythology
of a warrior is full of conditions, but the only one that is necessary is love ©Erin Croley (from an #ntitle prompt) they say each day is never the same
these gray skies and wet tabletops make it difficult to distinguish but this beautifully-fat wren-like bird suddenly appears from the center of an evergreen shrub jumps to balance on the tip of a branch and I remember the earth is in motion ©Erin Croley the sky is flat
unbaked clay, still dusty waiting to take a breath morning yawns and stretches repeated chirp the simple pattern of a heartbeat rises above other awakenings even as it fades over time and distance a hawk's piercing call slices through seems a moment of clarity but it silenced the birdsong and left a wake of confusion slowly retuning its peaceful cacophony a horizontal sliver cracks the gray blue glazed hints promises of brilliance ©Erin Croley (from #MadVerse, #Magick_Words & #MSpoetry prompts) |
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