Exciting news – it’s the first ever And a poem on the side, please Talent Tuesday!
As promised, I’m going to be bringing a selection of contemporary poetry that I’ve found and liked recently, showcasing the work of some talented poets and introducing you to some you may not have heard of.
So to kick things off, the poet I’d like to introduce this week is Sean Critchfield, whose work you can find on Hello Poetry at http://hellopoetry.com/-sean-critchfield/. I’m an old romantic at heart, and Sean’s poetry is beautiful – full of warmth, honesty and humanity. Just perfect for a cold Tuesday morning.
Here are four of his poems which I particularly like.
A Haiku in Sharp Focus
I sometimes wonder
If my last regret will be
the things left unsaid.
Haiku Full Disclosure
The calmest place that
I have ever been was in
The eye of your storm.
I got caught caring again.
I got caught believing the little lies were light and that they marked the end of the tunnel.
I got caught letting my mind slip to the hairs on my pillowcase turning gray but always smelling like her.
I got caught believing that beautiful things last and promises are things we intend to keep.
I got caught hoping.
Hoping that my forever wasn’t the losing half of a wishbone.
Hoping that storms passed and the sails, though tattered, would be true.
Hoping that my brand of love was not a fools errand. Not folly.
I got caught up.
Caught up in all the things we said we’d do.
Caught up in plans and promises and kisses and contracts.
Caught up in a ball of yarn so dense that it felt like a forest in my heart and I with no way to see the path for the trees. Until I saw the trees for the path.
Caught up in every should have. Every would have. Every childish want for a do-over.
I got caught waiting. Biding time. Angry. Jealous. Hopeful. Discontent. Capitol. And sipping wine with Etheridge Knight when I knew the Knight was darkest before the dawn.
I got caught in the middle. The rope in a tug of war between my head and my heart.
I got caught gnashing my teeth in futility. Clawing the roots, begging the tree to move.
I got caught wandering a path around the outskirts of the hole in my chest like a crater.
I got caught lying. Trying to convince myself that I was better off and better for it and better when the soles of my feet touch open road.
But the wine is sour. And the trees are burnt. and the dawn has come.
And I will not be caught again.
An Open Letter to the Love of my Life
I don’t even know what to call you. But, already, we are beyond such things, aren’t we? When you wander into my head from time to time and form to form I am left with out a course of action. Mostly because action seems… so… very…very… silly. But this time. I took said action. Here it is.
I am sounding this letter off of the sky as postage. I am licking my lips to seal the envelope and throwing my marbles into the sun. I am lifting you, without strings, with the last of my magic.
I am not sure how the universe will choose to eclipse or supernova our meeting. But I am patient. In the mean time, I will remain so.
But I thought you should know.
I promise you passion.
I promise you fire.
I promise you mood swings, and fights, and making up, and making love.
I promise you an insatiable hunger to touch you. Kiss you. Be with you. To a fault if you wish.
I promise you a less than perfect attention. I promise to get too caught up in my vision of you to notice you, from time to time. I promise to notice you, more often than not.
I promise laughing. Together and at each others expense. But laughing. And laughter. And cause for it.
I promise to be serious. And scowl. And furrow my brow and nod my head at just the right times.
I promise to picture you naked at the most inappropriate times. I promise to paint pictures of your smile on the back of my eyelids while I sleep. I promise to sleep next to you, feeling my body scorch as our temperatures press together in red patches of skin.
I promise you poetry. And wine. And both at once.
I promise you adventure. I promise you distant landscapes and matching our rhythm to the train we find ourselves in, watching the blue, gray, and green streak by our window like an exercise in futility and motion.
I promise you futility and motion.
I promise you faith. I promise you doubt. I promise you a clenched fist and an open hand. I promise you my shoulders to stand on and my frame to drink from. I promise you holding hands on midnight drives from place to place.
I promise you silly.
I promise you gifts and flowers for no reason. I promise you a constant reminder of my awareness of the gift of a woman that I have been blessed with.
I promise you breakfast in bed. I promise you all day in bed.
I promise you discipline. And craft. And becoming a master of loving you.
I promise you truth. And empty promise. I promise you the promise of more.
I promise to be artful. I promise to be delicate. I promise to be crass and a brute. I promise to regret what I have said, over and over. I promise you steadfastness through the changes as we learn to navigate the many tides of the sea we find ourselves drowning in together.
I promise to be your opposite and drive you mad. I promise to be your equal and touch you thusly.
And you. I promise to only allow you entry to my heart if you are what I know I want.
I am faithful. I am loyal. I will not fill your space with less than you.
And I’ll only ask that you be worthy of this.
And here is something shiny.
As your own.
It is all I have.
My return address is on my palm, out stretched to you. I await the scent of perfume on the letter you will write in me.
Red and Shiny.
All My Love,
Hope you enjoyed the above, and do go and check out some more of Sean’s poetry. If you’d like your poetry to be considered for Talent Tuesday, please get in touch either by commenting below or through Twitter @CallistoGreen.
Have a lovely day!