I have written over 300 poems in my lifetime...so far. They range from fortune cookie size to about 2 pages long, humorous, insightful, or downright heavy. My poetry is unusual, at least to me, because what I write usually just flows out of my pen when I least expect it, and I'm so amazed by what comes out that I do not edit it in any way except for puncuation, or an occasional re-ordering of the lines/couplets. That's scary!
I've been thinking about publishing some of them, so let me know what you think when you get the chance to read my sampling.
Caught!
In the webbing
Struggling to get free
This gillnet holds fast
I cannot swim or breathe
I must wait to be cut free
Or die a thousand deaths
In the blink of an eye.
Copyright 11-29-91 by Crystal Eikanger. All rights reserved.
About the grip that the Internet has on folks, the agony of net lag, and how it all happens in a nano-second (or at least, in the computer's eye-view, if not the human sense of time). Amazing how it parallels life in the sea, eh?
Distance is one "external"
I find easy to ignore.
Whether you are on another planet
Or simply right next door,
You're as near as my computer
Or even my telephone -
Whenever we're connected,
I never feel alone.
My world runs on
And on...
And on...
Sometimes I wish
And wish...
And wish...
That the batteries
WOULD run out
But they don't
So my world
Runs on...
And on...
And on...
Copyright 4-27-92 by Crystal Eikanger. All rights reserved.
While walking in the forest green,
(You won't believe what I have seen!)
Behind an oak was, yes, indeed,
A noble Palomino steed!A naked man astride the horse,
(Oblivious to all, of course);
His head of hair, it matched the tail!
How very odd that BOTH were pale...A quiver of arrows on his back;
A bow in hand (I think was black);
He held it high and drew the string -
Readied to make an arrow sing.He gazed intently as he took aim.
(To him the hunt was just a game -
His target was a cloud in passing.
I almost couldn't keep from laughing!)(The jollity of Jupiter
Exuded from him, as it were;
Compelling me to stay awhile,
Longing for a jovial smile).And as the magic arrow flew,
I realized 'twas just us two
There among the autumn leaves...
(Oh, to tell one who believes!)He strode from shadow into sun -
The horse and man, I SWEAR, were one!
A Centaur there before my eyes!
I shook my head...my vision lies?I gaped in disbelieving awe!
Magnificence is what I saw!
Intelligence and pride were there;
I simply could not help but stare!Feeling drawn to know this creature,
I studied every minute feature.
A glint of blue flashed from his eyes;
His subtle smile gave me sighs...But there was just so much to know!
I couldn't let this fellow go!
So finally asked, "From where'd you come?"
And then, aghast, saw what I'd done!A startled, mighty leap past Mars!
He took his place among the stars;
His outline form was dots of flame -
Sagittarius was his name...
Copyright 11-27-92 by Crystal Eikanger. All rights reserved.
Darkened clouds and thunderstorms,
The torrential rains of life
Are but catalysts for change.
On rainsoaked depths of past pain
Are but floodgates to insight.Ponds and puddles and muddy pools
In the floodplains of awareness
Are but mirrors of wisdom.
Copyright 1-29-92 by Crystal Eikanger. All rights reserved.
Torrential rains and mini-showers
Have opened the floodgates of change,
As each new awareness or insight
Bubbles and boils and forces its way
Over the falls into the serene pool below.In the mists that rise above the roar,
I have seen the rainbow there below.
A fleeting glimpse when the sun's just right;
A hope for the pot of gold at the end;
And the celebration that is me!
Copyright 1-29-92 by Crystal Eikanger. All rights reserved.
The rain swollen dam has burst wide open;
Its river overflowing its boundaries
Encroaching on the territories of others.
It cannot know that it is out of place;
Nor how far its muddy fingers reach;
Until Nature's firmness takes a stand -
And gently coaxes it back
To a more civilized domain.
Copyright 1-29-92 by Crystal Eikanger. All rights reserved.
A patch of sun peeks through the clouds.
A shining ray taps my shoulder
And shows me that the rainbow exists -
If only I can find the proper angle
From which to view it.
Copyright 1-29-92 by Crystal Eikanger. All rights reserved.
The rainbow is everywhere at all times
But the degree of our awareness
Is the key towards seeing it.
Copyright 1-29-92 by Crystal Eikanger. All rights reserved.
Three guesses as to what the weather was like in Seattle that day...
All written at once in a sort of jumble. Uncertain as to whether it was one poem or many til I started trying to sort out the lines to see where it all led. I see there were many things on my mind that day, thoughts all flowing like the flood water that fights its way over Snoqualmie Falls...
Jumbled thoughts
Race to the edge
Spilling over the waterfall
Into the turbulent pool
Of unfinished literature...
Copyright 11-16-91 by Crystal Eikanger. All rights reserved.
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