CHRISSIE MORRIS BRADY - POEMS

Chrissie Morris Brady  has been published by Mad Swirl, Plum Tree Books, Writing For Peace, Bournemouth Borough Council (UK) and Brian Wrixon Books as well as several anthologies. She now lives on the south coast of England after having lived in Los Angeles for many years, where she gained her degree from USC and worked with recovering addicts.

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                                     Fall in Springtime
 

Falling through memories of my life as they pass my eyes
Screaming out my soul and loud my heart cries
Words that forecast my demise cannot not be taken back
Tell me friend, does Fall in Springtime frighten you?
 
The sun has come at last to play with shadows and light
That give texture to our days, no longer long the night
Darkness is beng chased away, see the darling buds of May
Tell me friend, does Fall in Springtime frighten you?
 
Look now around regard the blooms that herald life, not decay
Birds are nesting ready for life in the eggs they lay
Not no renewed life ahead for me this year
Tell me friend, does Fall in Springtime frighten you?
 
Embracing life won't cease though strength is dimmed
Tending garden will be still my love, colours riot untrimmed
My soul weeps to know I might not see fruit born
Tell me friend, does Fall in Springtime frighten you?
 
Flowers that jostle for attention, blooms both bright and subtle
Will outlive my journey on this earth, travels I would glad redouble
Trees will grow and bear their fruit which may I live to taste
Tell me friend, does Fall in Springtime frighten you?
 
I will continue to shine as the sun, glow like the moon and stars
My smile will still embrace the world it will never stray far
From my lips, though sadness may occasion my eyes to tears
Tell me friend, does Fall in Springtime frighten you?
 
Love will be my gift to those who walk my way wherever it leads
My heart will still hold close those I treasure and need
Still yearn for love's secrets shared, the bond unsaid
Tell me friend, does Fall in Springtime frighten you
 

 
                                   The Sun Cries
 

 
A Princess is born to wealth, comfort,
ease and privilege. Just down the road
a child dies of injuries from his mother.
Six thousand miles away, a child dies of
starvation, her cousin maimed by a bomb,
their mothers raped to death.
Journeys are made across an unkind sea.
In the bright blue sky, the sun cries.
 


                             One Thousand Cranes


Make a wish, Japan.
Make your paper cranes.
Broken bridges, fallen homes,
Lights are out, don't let hope die.
Was it cranes
That placed you on the ring of fire?
Two shakings in two days
as the earth fights itself.
You must weep, Japan.
Then set about folding
one thousand cranes.

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