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Is it possibly, strange believing,
you’re somewhere else but, still here,
Not physically close by but a feeling
Is it reassurance - perhaps a  safety tier
a presence somewhat instinctive around me.

I speak to you, didn't always do,
not commonplace between us,  conversation:
sometimes there'd be an answer, from your perspective.  
Whenever now I question my determination,
a moments ponder- what might have you selected.

Character of courage and trust: ruled by fairness.
Silent belief - dignified and true,
moral sensitivities caring and kindness
None, ever, placed prominently on view,
just waiting behind your shield, for careful use in crisis.

Solitary - not seemingly lonesome but quiet,
yet, when needed around to convey
considered words, and sturdy hands to guide.
You wisely put to use, new skills, knowledge learnt,
supporting the family if required from day to day.

in thoughts is where your lingering presence exists
reminds, so much still to learn – that’s why
your story, the about you, we will want to hear,
absent physically - true,  yet in thoughts  indeed they persist,
You never left completely Dad, you’re still here.

You Are..
Michael C Crowder  @scorsby            Friday, March 8, 2019
Father's day memory
Maia May 2019
Dear love,

Let me in
To the darkness where the sun
Has never once
Kissed the ground,
Trust that I’ll thread carefully,
But understand  that what we have
will grow recklessly.

Let me hold you
When it gets hard,
Carrying the world
Atlas hold steady, I’m right here
By your side.

Let my skin spread across
Your ancient night
Like a blanket of stars
Let me bring back the light.

Let me feel everything
My smoke caressing the air
Our touch fire, igniting each other
Know I’ve burnt hundreds
of matchsticks, trying
To find the one that lights me up.

So let me,
Fall in love
Madly and deeply.
And when it’s over-
I want to be so broken
My pieces will scatter the earth
Like wishes I blow
In search for you,
Love.
Maia May 2019
The sky has decided to drop me
Into the fate of gravity,
Crashing into you arms
Where you chose,
To let go.
Now I’m free falling
Way past the stars
Into the dark
Where I’m learning to fly
In love with
My lonely
Maia May 2019
You think it doesn’t matter
Maybe I should just shut up and mind my own business
Leave your eyes to stare daggers
And your slippery tongue to burn castles

I’m not apologizing
For fighting back  
As you cut apart and dissect
Life into *** and breast,
Measuring beauty on a scale you’ve created out of blood
And buying worth out of bone you pulled from our spines.

How much do we have to give
For our voices to be heard,
Cause you best believe
We’ll give it all we got

No more standing in the corner
Watching sisters fall on their knees
Crying in front bathroom mirrors
Whispering promises you can’t keep.
No. Tonight we are standing
With her.

And your better know that this time
When we scream,
The world will echo back.
Maia May 2019
I get lost fighting
Against the current
Of these thoughts
Screaming
“Worthless”
And all I can do
Is whisper
“Enough”
Maia May 2019
I plucked a wish from the ground,
Wondering why
It destined to die
Choked in a field of thorns
I guess destiny wanted to play.
So I whispered as I blew
Freeing hope from this reality
“Darling, go
And find my love”
Maia May 2019
I don’t want
To wait until I love
Myself.
I want to love
Myself
So much
I care.
Maia May 2019
I wish I could stop
Searching for your ghost
When we both know
You’ve moved on
Realities away from us
Akira Chinen Apr 2019
a poet sits in a corner
mind adrift floating some eons away
nether here nor there
but somewhere in between
yesterday and tomorrow and today

a reflection escaped from a mirror
a voice without a mouth
an ocean trapped in a tear
a story told over and over again
in a forest where every tree growing
makes its own sound

death is a mystery woven
into the fabric of life
grief is the thread
to which we use to mend our hearts
tragedy is the sacrificial lamb
to the alter where we will find
our laughter again

and love...

love is a sweater in the lost and found
waiting to be worn by anyone
in need of warmth
knitted from the softest yarn
from the generosity of kindness

love is row of crooked deciduous teeth
in a fresh bright smile
not yet ready to be traded
for quarters and trinkets
all giggles and sugar
in the innocence of youth
the magic of children

love is adrift
a vibration
connecting every heart
from this corner to that drugstore
from the gas station
to the solemn park bench
both here and there
anywhere and everywhere
looped through yesterday
  and tomorrow and today
Moon phases agree,
apogee to perigee,
precept time and seas.



Moon   (Haiku)
Michael C Crowder  @scorsby      18th March 2019
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