Best Crannies Poems
Crannies in Time
Resting beneath a pile of silken scarves and soft kid gloves -
Hatboxes filled with old tweed caps, cuff links bearing long lost crests,
A leather box – a jewelry case – opened to reveal a ballerina’s spinning grace,
To release a mania of memories, popping up like popcorn, as if they waited
To jump out - surprise conspiring to astonish eyes of wonder;
Travelers in time, arms of welcome pointing to a portal for hearts returning
With startled souls among the murals painted on their walls in time indelible,
Revisit wrinkles in eternity where moments recline -
Retell events re-formed by memories cast in sterling,
Linked by silver circles showcasing milestones days, precocious pets,
Musicals with wishing wells, a lovers vow, frayed dancing shoes,
Milestone birthdays, skis for winter, umbrellas for a city clothed in rain,
Side by side with souvenirs, states with nicknames stamped on their backsides
Collections, a crowded patch of rambling flowers scampering up a garden wall
Poking through the tiny crannies left by minutes flying by in streamers flowing,
Daylight merging into starlight - midnight gliding past each dawn -
Captivating charms guarding sacred spaces where treasures abide
Now seen through cracks in time, amid the winds with hands of ice,
Hearts welcomed back to reflect in sanctuaries warm
With new eyes that once searched for ghosts of meaning –
Specters - understanding - come in focus.
the wonder of you radiates the wonder of me;
for time shan’t stand still when all is lost in nooks
and recesses of where my mind used to wander-
now melodrama of the night has been ceased,
and all who walk the road to “all-knowing” shall
be free from who they once were
instances of wrong doings and crannies of tears
swept under bridges to hide the revealing ripples-
like a petal falling off the nectar of my rose,
if only i could comprehend who i want to be...
roots too rotten and blades weeping, forgotten
(idiosyncrasies of torment fill each corner)
no feeling can erase what needs feeling,
no healing can chase what needs healing
abandoned by none…but me
i listen to the voice you speak of at night,
know the only thing you crave is my sin-
for my vanity bestows yet one more transgression;
as your lullaby is sung and my heart is hung-
i may be the one who knows not who God and man is…
20 lines total
2.17.20
Flower in the Crannied Wall Poetry Contest
Craig Cornish
nooks and crannies
annuals wildflowers bloom
city pavements
Inspire by Line Gauthier
We all have them,
clothes, shoes - whatevers,
hesitation has enshrined
in the "Maybe next year" vault.
Perhaps they will fit one day
in more than memories
that surround them.
We all have them,
pieces of yesterdays
any Road Show host
would ignore, yet,
we cherish them
drenched in daydreams.
We all love them,
shoes with the mud
of another day,
trapped in the crannies
of our souls ...
There are now nooks and crannies in elementary school classrooms.
Places for children to slither and slide into
When they need a break
When they despise multiplication facts
When they are tired of reading
When I was a child I would have spent all day in one of these crannies
Ignoring the teacher as hard as I could