Linda M. Crate- Three Poems

don't doubt the dreamer 

 

my temper is flaring

your station plays too much static

not enough music to sooth the

dragon buried in the flames

of my soul shining silver as the moon

you think you understand because you're

older, but you do not know the secret

strands of my truth buried in the

conch shells of the moon;

many moons have smiled at me prophecies

that your eyes could not see no matter

how widely they were open —

promise shines in my horizon where you see

nothing but ash and dust, you would

overlook me my happiness

simply to pursue me my destruction

unwittingly, of course, but still just as cruel

to suffer;

allow me to dream, to hope, to endure 

without criticism and judgment

cascading down all my mountains because you

may know, but you do not know me —

i am not the average star 

blazing in the galaxy,

my flame burns brighter than the sun and one day

the world will be ensconced in the light

of purity that will save them from their inequity

all because i dared to dream.

my sunshine 

 

sunshine

dancing on your eyelashes

brings me closer to heaven

with a smile

lacking your presence

only drowns me in rain drops 

fluttering on eyelashes

of strangers

singing me into some cruel

despondency known

only in the weight of country roads

that force their loneliness down

my throat until i am stagnant with hatred

of this place,

and i wonder if you'll remember your

promise to retrieve me from

this land of ever winter

where ice dances

even in the dew of summer —

once i slew my own

gorgons, but i entrusted that task

to you along with my heart;

maybe i should take up the helm once more

slice through the throats of every dragon

burning their flames upon my skin

until happiness again

can find me in your 

loving arms.

You Will Feel My Anger In the Trees 

 

It's hard to be happy when you know the man you love betrayed you. Instead of falling on his knees before God and asking for his advice and forgiveness. You did what was convenient to you thinking only of yourself and her. You did not consider me. If you did, you would have never done this. And yet in knowing all this. I love you. Why? I wish I knew. All I know is, I wanted to knock all your teeth down your throat last night. Now I'm writing you love poems. I wish I understood my heart because my mind doesn't understand, at all. I wish you well. I wish her no unkindness. Know also I pray that one day you will come to your senses and realize I was right. One day I will love you again, but today is the day I burn fires of anger and wrath. Today the trees the sun halos will scream with my rage.