Poetry Corner with Ivy and Friends: Poet of the Day Nicholas Catron

GETTING TO KNOW THE POET

Tell us a little bit about yourself, Nicholas. 

I'm a writer who lives in the Pacific Northwest, where I mainly focus on fiction. I thoroughly enjoy beer, pizza and video games. One time, I dislocated my heel at two in the morning by jumping of a building and rolling as I landed. It looked really crazy. 

What inspires you to write poetry? 

I only write poetry when some emotion hits me for whatever reason and I have a moment to write. I don't plan on writing poetry but the words hit me and I just them out. 


When people read your poetry, what is it that you would like or hope they understand about you through your words?

When people read my poetry, I just hope they feel the words in whatever way is right for them. I doubt most of the time they'll know exactly what I'm writing about but if they can let the words mold themselves to their emotions, then I'd say the poem did its job. 

POETRY BY NICHOLAS CATRON 

These Eyes To Pretend
By Nicholas Catron

What imposter inhabits this skin?
Naked plastic stretched and peeling,
pulled apart to burn.
No Prometheus pyre alive,
just another static spark,
blinking in between thoughts and moments.
Yet amongst the giants we wander,
titans and martyrs who dance,
legends who live in the clouds,
and this sense we could be one of them.
But we're not.
Imposters in plastic.
Tinfoil and tinsel.
A mannequin among people,
tossing crumpled words.
Press the Delete key.

Ashes
By Nicholas Catron

It is in the conflagration, that I burn.
Some molded and broken form, paper-thin and bruised.
Blackened fingers like burnt matchsticks
clutch whatever destruction is left.
Fake and failing.
Plastic eyes cast in tinfoil skin,
see only that which smolders.
Smoke.
The hollowed-out inside,
cavernous and empty,
reflective of the blank stare looking out.
No purpose but to be, alive inside these ashes.

This Prime's Ambivalence 

By Nicholas Catron

If I could climb inside the breath that you breathe,
I would let myself die.
An escaped soul into the ether.
A cutting moment of life,
carved into your essence.
Earth-bound and stillborn,
no eyes for the present.
Break.
What shattering lie is this?
Illusions pasted to cardboard cutouts,
shadows dancing in the gloom,
and your penumbra a fading glimpse.
Why leave me here,
abandoned,
when time is well 

THE POETS FAVORITE POEM

Poet Nicholas Catron was asked to share one of his favorite poems and his response is as follows,

"I don't have a favorite poet or poem, as I really don't enjoy poetry. If I was forced to pick one, I guess it would be Edgar Allen Poe. 

THANK YOU

I would like to Thank Poet Nicholas Catron, for sharing such great poetry with all of us. I do hope we're all able to one-click your poetry books when published. May your poetry journey continue with great success. Happy writing!