The Smell of Crayons

A Collection of Poetry

By

Steve A. Davidson

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Dedicated to my mother, wife, family and students.

Table of Contents

Forever Strong 4

What Color do you See 5

Soul Food 6

Absolute 7

Arousal 8

Love 9

Think, Think, Think 10

Assembly Instructions: Life 11

Opening of one’s Soul 12

Whisper 13

Chagrined Fruit 14

Humble Rocks 15

Spring Ends 16

Snowflake Blues 17

Teenage Storm 18

Upside Down 19

Used 20

Darwinish 21

Genuine You 22

Deprivation 23

Devouring Life 24

Forever Strong

Lives are taken, time stands still,

People wonder “under whose will?”

God makes choices, like you and like me,

Sometimes it just so we can see.

Who we really are, and why we’re here,

To stand on our own, with Him always near.

Do not mistrust due to those that you’ve lost

For sometime too soon, your paths will again cross.

It was no ones fault, just time for them to go,

As you must see, as you grow.

To forgive and forget sometimes is very hard to do,

But the stronger the will, the stronger the glue.

This glue that binds us, through trouble and pain,

Will guide you and hold strong like a chain.

This chain of our lives like ripples in a pond,

Forever lasting, forever strong

What Color do you See?

Scared and frightened

Not knowing who to trust

You thought you knew

Turns out a bust.

Being friends,

Losing friends

Life is no fun

When you’re not trusted…you need amends.

You gain trust…

Friends…Gone in the wind

When you’re in a role

So broad and so clean

Some think

You have no brain

All you want to do

Is be there….for them

Then they lose sight

A femme?

I think not

Just trying to show

That we’re all human

To learn and to grow.

Soul Food

Reflections of years gone by

like a hallway mirror in an empty house.

They bring back memories,

the faded black

Like a hallway mirror in an empty house,

one can see the life

of the faded black

yesterday is tomorrow.

One can see the life

Reflections of years gone by

Yesterday is tomorrow

Bring back the memories.

Absolute

what does it mean,

to be in love?

everyday i feel Our birth.

a beginning that perseveres

regardless of time, place or dimension

Our love prevails.

It is deep inside me

this feeling i can't explain.

Flowering like a rose,

splendid fragrance,

a buttress of Our faith.

on this day of love

i can hardly show

how much i love You,

this love that We have

God was admirable enough to provide.

We have something,

deep,

lasting,

forever.

i love YOU.

Arousal

A breeze beckons through the song of the blue bird,

slowly it falls.

The thunder of humanity hums, seeps into the abyss,

That was once dark before, again.

A stream of unconsciousness evolves,

Light crawls down.

From top to bottom the sun graduates

As the giant awakens.

Rest to restlessness, Hebrews into Genesis.

The tall timbers relish in the digressing light

As the sun comes up

It also is falling.

Love

It tears you but never changes.

You fight it, triumph is never won.

dying

so young

you will never prevail

so much ahead

certainty

beautiful but deadly

goodnight

Think, Think, Think

Clear the mind

see the sun

some days

fire in my soul

love in my heart

don't wait for tomorrow.

Going south

I know not why

its clear

black

then white

like a broken soul.

one wonders

my thoughts wisp.

Assembly Instructions: Life

Life evolves,

changes with time.

No one knows

what will be the next chime.

We all want to know

the next road to take.

We can only hang on

and partake.

People come

People go.

Some for love

some for show.

The cards are dealt.

Turn them one by one.

Luck?

Or deemed done?

Choices we make

determine our lives.

Some for the good,

some our demise.

You see…you never know

what wave will overturn

your life a calm

or life...a storm.

So take it as it is.

It is what it is.

The heck with the fortune tellers

life’s really what He says.

Now let go

Quit trying to drive.

enjoy the scenery,

enjoy and thrive.

Opening of one’s Soul

Acquaintances come,

Acquaintances go.

We are all touched

By those that we know.

Our soul is white

With no scribble marks,

Some write light,

Some write dark.

No one knows,

Who will enter next.

Open or closed,

Some simple, some complex.

Friends tend to make,

A deeper contribution.

Without pseudo dilution.

Measure carefully,

Scrutinize with great guard.

Those whom you think are friends,

Can leave you scarred.

When a soul appears,

That passes the tests.

There shall be

no contest.

Enter wide,

Enter deep.

Count your blessings,

And begin to reep.

For life then begins,

coming full-circle.

Someone to share with,

Sharing with someone.

Whisper

Finding my way,

as I brail though the dusk,

snow falling

whispering.

white wash

to clear

wrapping around the capsule.

it blows

it blows

blocking my perception.

You appear again.

Chagrined Fruit

A divided year we shared,

never once were we peered.

There was much that we aired,

a bit close if we dared.

Now you are distant,

and quite a bit persistent.

As if you have no assistant,

The conversation not consistent.

So where from here,

Shall we dribble and weigh?

To converse or much more

To some people’s dismay.

It cannot be true,

These thoughts we once shared.

To grow and cultivate,

To non-other compared.

You’ve come so far

to just let it slide.

Your time to develop

Will soon ebb like the tide.

It is time for a choice,

That you must now make.

To take the next step,

Or just let it just break?

Humble Rocks

One to the next

melting

without much thought

we float

not knowing the day

or caring for the way

we can’t buy it back

It is gone

Blended days

so subtle

so bland

extracting life

from each grain of sand

this sand that falls

from one day to the next

some simple

some complex

They rip and they tear

each one that descends

from life to death

Leading us to amends

Spring Ends

As the leaves fall

heat escapes

They begin their quest

erudition

Every year the same

But with different masks

We start the March again

Snowflake Blues

He started out a simple ice molecule

So simple and clear,

Temperature changed and he fell

So far without a smear.

As he approached the ground

He began to see,

An orifice so scary

Right next to a tree.

Closer and Closer

Out of control,

Spiraling down

Into the hole.

Splat, he hit

A soft landing for sure,

He was all done falling,

All done with his tour.

Not knowing where he was

For he was so young,

Eeeek!

Warm,soft...It was a tongue!

Teenage Storm

Falling,

so

desperate.

Spiraling,

Anticipation,

Never finding a place.

Changing,

Traveling

through time.

Only to see

What is

me.

Upside Down The moon is low,

on the horizon it sits.

Hovering…drawing,

my energy from

within.

A plane flies high.

In the still of the night

Leaving a trail,

Souls in flight.

This conjunction of thoughts

backwards as it may be,

reminds me of

a time yet to be.

Used

Discarded so easy

Like pennies in a pond

Life is short

So why are we fond?

We’re fond of this life

That we try to control

But we have no wheel

Just a button and a hole.

This hole that we fill

With things that we find

So meaningful and good

But sometimes unkind.

Like coffee grounds we are,

Proud and strong

Only to find

We’re singing the wrong song.

Darwinish

You live all your life

Trying to keep them close

Only to find

That they’ve gone their own course.

When they’re out on their own

You try to connect

Only to find

No time…

Disconnect.

You open your soul

spilling what you’re like...

They morph into you

This transformation is unique

One that can’t compare

all you can do

is look

stare

compare.

Joy

Genuine You

Running but never going anywhere

that is all we do.

spinning

never getting dizzy

no clue.

Run

This faux world

with faux friends.

Run

Only one is real

only one is true.

Sit

Deprivation

Talk and talk

always wanting more

querulous

we meet their needs

emotional

mental

safety

But do we?

What is their void?

someone

anyone

that understand them.

Devouring Life

Learning is profound

it can’t be defined.

Many may try

only to be remain blind.

It can’t be defined

how it should be done.

The answers are many

but still there remains none.

How is should be done

is only told by those

that live it each day

the average Joe’s.

They are the teachers

and students

that learn real quick

that the only thing that matters

is being prudent.

Teaching is learning

and learning is doing.

One can absorb by many means

but mainly by chewing.