she dired her tears and did smile
to see her cheeks’ returning glow
how little dreaming all the while
that full heart throbbed to overflow

with that sweet look and lively tone
and bright eye shining all the day
they could not guess midnight lone
how she would weep the time away

— J.C

the pain

the pain that you feel,
but can’t touch.
a pain you know of,
but can’t explain.
a pain so fierce
you go insane
the unknown pain
that clutches you heart
and burns in your soul
the pain
in your life
too strong to carry on
the unknown pain
that clouds your mind
and devours every thought
the pain of broken promises
broken dreams
the pain
that’s unheard of
the pain that’s
not seen

— J.C

a thought like a flower upon my heart
and drew around it other thoughts like bees,
for multitude and thirst of sweetnesses,
whereat rejoicing, I desired the art
of the Greek whistler, who to warf and mart
could lure those insect swarms from orange-trees
that I might hive with me such thoughts and please
my soul so, always. Foolish counterpart
of a weak man’s vain wishes! While I spoke
the thought I called a flower grew nettle-rough.
The thoughts, called bees, stung me to festering:
Oh, entertain ( cried reason as she woke )
Your best and gladdest thoughts but long enough,
And they will all prove sad enough to sting!

— J.C