Cheryl A. Caron

Cheryl A. Caron Poems

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Restless, blue-green water
Curling into angry fists
Groping the rocks
Yet coming up empty.
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Marital Madness
If you will
Who turned up the heat?
Have you seen the bill?
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Starting over with blank canvas
Where to go from here
I am lacking inspiration
All my visions are unclear
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Sunday Visit


Kneeling before your headstone
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In between a couple of old forked trees
Is nestled a nailed together pine stand
Where a man dressed in camo and neon
Patiently waits with his rifle in hand
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Dirty little sin
I keep holding you in
Eating me away on the inside
Leaving a wound gaping wide
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Dare I dissect the bible?
Who might I offend?
I’ve never read the whole book
From the beginning to the end
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One great pile of papers
Kept in a tight manila fold
One blanket description
For everything; I’m told
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On the edge
Staring down from
The ledge
Time is coming
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In the fetal position

Rocking back and forth
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The queen moves
Swiftly across the board
Takes the opposing king
Fore he is not the lord
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A bright light in a cold room
A cry so beautiful, the first gentle touch
Tiny hand wrapped around my finger
Eyes so innocent, a face so pure
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Set aside your drink for now
Please take a seat beside me here
Don’t look for solace in that bottle
When you can find it in my ear
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One half lucid
One half walking in delusion
One half aware
One half believing the illusion
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Oh decadent deviance
How I hold you in
Each little act of wickedness
Every untold sin
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Tic toc,
Watching the clock
I don’t have much time to talk
But I always have a lot to say
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Life is full of unasked questions
That tie our tongues so we won't mention
Our fears of falling or releasing the tension
Of years of pent up frustrations
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Sitting on the bench at the bus stop
Everything he owns in a shopping cart
Wrapped in plastic bags
Layered coats; tattered and dirty
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Nature versus nurture
A debate that can’t be won
Both feed off of each other
Unable to exist as only one
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Reset; Rewind
Let’s take it back in time
What was it that was said?
Do you recall it in your head?
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Cheryl A. Caron Biography

I am a 39 year old married mother of three. I have lived with mental illness my entire adult life. It inspires much of my writing. All poetry submitted was written by me and is copyrighted.)

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Ocean

Restless, blue-green water
Curling into angry fists
Groping the rocks
Yet coming up empty.
Soft, wet sand
Tracing an outline of my footsteps
Only to be swept away
By a white foam hand
That scrapes the shore and retreats
With what ever it can carry.
Small white scavengers
Patrolling the sky
Gliding on invisible hills of salt air
Gathering below
To hunt for forgotten treasure
All is guarded by ever vigilant eyes
Of white and orange
That at alternate turns
Protect the serenity

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