3 Poems by Jordan Crowder

Shadows Within- Free-form

Seductive whispers in the gloom of night 

speak to the primal being deep within. 
Ancient urges rise to the surface of
memories’ pool and unconsciously felt
desires become stark new realities.

The flower-scented winds of mid-summer
caress chocolate fur as the darkness
becomes brother and we run the stag to
ground. A box canyon moonlights as a tomb
while a whippoorwill serves a eulogy.

Dark stains mar pale muzzle as a high keen
whistles between glistening teeth and the
world knows that tonight we lose no sleep to
hunger. Soon, our young cubs will swell plump with
meat-food and they will be curled in slumber.

Bones between teeth become a blade in hand
and as I gaze down upon on my grisly
handiwork I realize none of us
are immune to the haunting sound of the
most animalistic siren of all.

Ourselves.

Immortal Legacy- Free-form

Mortal heart beats fast as shaking hands scribe words over countless pages. An immortal legacy is borne as thoughts flow like lifeblood, tapped from withered veins. A vision arises, borne atop a cresting wave of artistic thought that brings life to muse-driven images. Passions and desires long hidden writhing through the nib of a quill, as words spill unchecked. Light days in dark times express themselves in gleeful abandon as an ailing brain powers the body-ship onward through cancered waters towards the light. A final thought, a missed chance, living for life instead of deed. Meaning is truly discovered in the final moments of earthly reign as the wizened man dots his final I and falls silent, limp hands brushing paper to earth as he slowly slumps forward and           the words                tumble softly             to ground.

Tree Of Life- A shape poem

To

the ground

falls acorn,

a seedling of

Earth, taking root as

life begins to spread out

and up in a vibrant burst

of greenery and wood, whose fine

growth is a miracle; a close kept

secret of Mother Nature, the Master

of all gardeners. Years come and go, as the

little acorn blossoms from a sprout to a sapling

and finally into a tree, in whose thick, sturdy

branches squirrels

play and birds nest.

The tree brings forth

new life as the

great Mother hopes.

She smiles and waits.

Bionote

A college student who lives in the beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains, Jordan Crowder is a practitioner of the enlightened art of Aikido and one-day biologist who enjoys spending time outdoors in the perfect places of the world. tjordanc2@aol.com