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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Oh decadent deviance
How I hold you in
Each little act of wickedness
Every untold sin
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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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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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One half lucid
One half walking in delusion
One half aware
One half believing the illusion
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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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