Corwin's Poetry

The End Of The Eternal Night
Corwin Zekley 2009

A flash in the dark a black searing mark
a knock at the gate The call of fate
A voice in the wind my hopes have been pinned
The boom of a shot my life is fraught
with peril untold and mercies been sold
of horror given with many lives liven
The creak of a door a bump of a step
The ring of a bell The turn to hell
The grandfather clock sits and mocks as it knows that we'll soon all be bones left by another horrible crime done for money just a dime
The shatter of glass the moving of stone the bang of pans
Their intentions are known but at the top
of the stairs a light is on and an old
woman is singing a song
a song of forgiveness, passion and giving
a song of emotion in a life worth living from a time of old
The cold receded and life proceeded The clang of a gate
The leaving of hate to live another day we stay here and lay
recalling ourselves from our peril The land once again is light and sterile
purged from darkness evil and fright this is the end of the eternal night

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Fiddle Tree
Corwin Zekley 2008

Have you ever wondered what a fiddle tree was? Have you ever thought about instruments growing on trees? Well here is the story of how the fiddle tree came to be. The fiddle tree today grows behind my house. It is taller than any other tree in the whole forest. As ancient myth has it, God dropped this fiddle tree down to earth millennia ago. God took his hand and dug a pit as huge as a meteor crater. Then from the sky the fiddle tree fell and started growing. That is how it came to be.

The fiddle tree lives off of sheer musical energy. If you play for it, it shall grow, but if you do not it will slowly shrink away into nothingness. Itıs water is our music. Now there are a few disadvantages to the fiddle tree compared to other trees. #1, it drops fiddles which could potentially hurt someone, and #2, it will shrink if not watered by the musical juice which instruments make. Trumpets make the most of course because it goes to the spit valve.

The fiddle tree is like two trees twisted together with a jester hat on top. Every Fall we harvest itıs violins and hang them in our music room. But if the fiddle tree happens to get rained on, that would mean instant death to the fiddles, so we put a tarp over itıs top so the rain goes off onto the nearby soil. Whatıs weird about the fiddle tree is that it doesnıt grow bows like you would expect it to, so there are hardly enough bows to match all the fiddles.

The fiddle tree is a magical thing. So much wonder is in those growing fiddles. To the tree, fiddles are the flowers. They will fall off or wilt if not picked. By wilting the fiddle will not be good. If you pluck it at the perfect time, then the fiddle will sound better than a Stradivarius. That is what a fiddle tree is.
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We Are All Like Leaves
Corwin Zekley 2008

A leaf in the wind
Being blown around the earth
Catching the currents
It falls forgotten

Never to be seen again
Life ends and begins

Like people living
Or people also dying
People will forget

Lost in history
You will be buried and left
Life will keep going

People will be sad
But in some time that will end
When you die life ends

You are forgotten
But a wisp of memory
Your life has ended

Inevitably
You will be taken away
From the Earth you love

After the crying
Your memory will subside
And then you are gone

Wiped from existence
All memory of you left
Sometimes remembered

Like that flying leaf
Your soaring will be your life
Some time you will fall

Unbelievable
But true death will come for you
We are just like leaves

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Bird Words
Corwin Zekley 2008

fly, flew, sliding through the sky, these are bird words
soar, glide, wind, air, the bird takes off, gliding
gently on a current of air?
through the sky
it's wings flutter gently in the breeze
diving down into the sea
the bird grabs a fish in it's sharp claws
the bird is graceful, spinning for sheer joy,
it flies through the skies
around the world
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The Message in the Bottle
Corwin Zekley 2007

I found a bottle one day; it was quite ancient.
Inside was a faint message.
Who knows what it says?
It could be a treasure map to a sea course for a ship.
It could be a will or even a letter.
But then again it could just have been thrown into the ocean to fool someone. Nobody will ever know.
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Dragon
Corwin Zekley 2007

I am the dragon, I am in year 1122.
Everyday hundreds of soldiers come to slay me.
I call them "fresh food.",
None have escaped my billowing flames and my dark dank 47 and 92/100 mile long lair.
I have gold, bones, armor, and skulls stacked up to the ceiling.
I am the dragon growing more hungry ever yet.
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The Flying Sea Turtle
Corwin Zekley 2007

I am the flying sea turtle.
I dive to the deepest depths and fly to the heavens.
I can act as a star in the sky, then come, swooping down to greet the citizens of Earth.
I fly on the clouds and scare the birds away.
I am the flying sea turtle.
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The Lazy Cat
Corwin Zekley 1/23/07

I am the cat,
I move swiftly, silently
by day I sleep, except when
it's time to eat.
I climb trees, tall, far
up I go, I slip and
land on all my paws,
not hurt at all,
I have nine lives
and I don't try to
waste one at all.
I climb high as birds
dare fly, and frighten them all.
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Turtle
Corwin Zekley 1/23/07

I am the turtle.
I move quiet, slow
I sleep inside my shell.
It is quite safe.
When I wake, I see
The sky in the morning,
Beautiful, pink and on the
horizon, I see the sun.
I dive deep underwater,
I swim, gracefully,
like the fish,
in the early morning sea.