Cheryl A. Caron Poems

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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