Mommy’s little girl Stands silently aside Never fussing or fretting Hides what’s inside. Mommy’s little girl Has a voice unheard Whispering. Screaming. A fiery bird. Mommy’s little girl Doesn’t know who she is This Phoenix of power That comes from within. Mommy’s little girl Has a story to tell But mommy is speaking And we… Continue reading Mommy’s little girl (poem)
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Call Your Mom (a poem)
Your mom’s first tears Throws the world upside down Time running in reverse A metamorphosis of status Who is this person? So human and vulnerable Do I offer a shoulder? A tissue? Advice? It doesn’t make sense. Mom’s don’t do this. Mom’s aren’t in need! Experiment: get the microscope See beneath the veil of thick… Continue reading Call Your Mom (a poem)
Born Again (poem)
Limp leaves slip slowly While I reach out to catch A moment of clarity: I have not composed a poem In many months. Pregnant is my pen Ready to birth a new era Of limitless creation. I will not sever my hands From my wrists, again I will write. I will write. I will write.… Continue reading Born Again (poem)
A Thousand Sundays Like This – poem
Today the sun defied the rules of winter Bursting through the clouds in disobedience 'Let me shine,' she sang 'I have done my waiting!' How fierce she is as she first strikes And you realise how much you missed Something in just a single moment. The rays penetrate my windows, A gentle hand warm against… Continue reading A Thousand Sundays Like This – poem
Calling Summer (poem)
Take me back to summer Or forward, I don’t mind. Just release me from this bind Of winter, gripping like ice How nice it would be to feel warm Again. Play outside again. Sunlight and freedom and long days Again. Summer’s shining serenity calls I want to answer But for now, I must wait With… Continue reading Calling Summer (poem)
Copacabana NY (poem)
Underground space always alive. Awake. Laughter, clinking glasses, dancing heels the song of the sax chant of the cello pull of the piano. Each ever-moving body is clad, head to toe, in golds and silvers twinkling like stars, at night with every jig. Suit and tie are mandatory, here. Mystery is kept by smoky… Continue reading Copacabana NY (poem)
Broken Compass (poem)
Lost and uncertain The space between a forgotten past and an elusive future grows. Thickens. Stretching across the black sea I'm surrounded. My boat drifts along the endless landscape of time. My clock, ticks. Is it this way, or that? I've long been alone, here. Broken compass shifts, with each passing tide. Am I… Continue reading Broken Compass (poem)
The Ache of Knowing (poem)
It is a horrid thing. Knowing the exact weight of choice. Knowing, from here, you fly or you fall. This is it. Loud are the opinions, the "advice" and judgement of others. Tip-toe ahead... or leap? from the cliffside Will wings grow as I fall? It hurts to be so aware. And it's… Continue reading The Ache of Knowing (poem)
S. R. Crawford 