DAVID FAUNT LE ROY - POEMS

David lives in Spokane, WA with his wife and two dogs. He enjoys their company greatly.
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​Christmas Tree

​There is nothing but quiet retractions
Plans I'll never see

Save for one devious mission
Set out specifically for me

The mist clings tight as the snow
Forgives around my branches

Though distant sounds sinister cut
Through this morning in flashes

The children's laugh pierce deeper
Than the cat's claws in spring

I know that facade and the
Serrated teeth it brings

The veins in my wood rage unseen
Against tradition's tapestry

Busy orange beanies speckled white
Round the bend as I curse my ancestry

​Carvings

​Tears that well, but cannot fall
From branches hang rain-pearls
Donned in moonlight capes

Anticipation palpable
Culpable

One side of a coin
We toss too willingly
Into the air

What could sprout
From cheek-trenches
Nighttime-drenches
A beautiful thing to behold

The carvings of tears and rain


"To The Poem That Escaped Me"
I was not looking to possess you
undress you or even stage a rescue

from the danger of losing you
which was only brought upon me

paradoxically by your pouring presence
flowing down the back of my forehead

I remember your shape, vaguely; how
your corners bumped into my brain stem

as you drove in your stolen car from
one side of my head to the other

I will call you "the sunrise" as it seemed
that was what had funneled in through

my retinas, deeming the physical light
unimportant and teasing me with the notion

that the sensation of the tangible
dancing incorporeal through our minds

is the greatest miracle no one ever
writes about. Perhaps because

we always seem to forget.

​And These Are The Promises

​To gather the peace
That swirls through the
Cedars in the yard

To put it in
With where I would
Store my record collection
If I were to have one

If the world still turned slow

To combine that bark stained whisper
With the notes that find my ears
When I can't find my mind

To give you the music
That animates my thoughts
And the stillness that animates their origin

To acknowledge my weakness
For your smile and its sweetness
To gather and gift my secrets
To hope that it pleases
To sort through the meaningless
To make you laugh till your chest wheezes.

To walk further along if these blessings don't meet us.

To keep pushing forward
With all I have left
To keep my soul's doors unlocked
With no fear of theft
To accept you may listen to my music
And wish you were deaf
To prepare to gather up the chunks of silence
After you break it over my chest

To trust that chaos
Is not the rebellion
Of the cedars' breath

​Distended Herd

​Left unto my own devices
I devour till my demise

I envy nature so decisive
Choosing what lives and dies

The earth doesn't grieve
For the young lost beast

As it is made the lion's feast

Oh, how desperately I cling
To my emaciated faults