Poetry Blog by Deanna M
No matter how many years are added to my life,
I will always be a child.
For in Your presence- it is all I can be.
Though infancy is not to my memory
I can feel it overwhelm me as though it is all I have ever known
Grabbing for Your pinky,
Drawing nearer and nearer to You,
At the approach of all that is new
Of all that is strange
Of all that troubles me
Gazing with un...
Monday 24th November 2014 4:29 pm
As the rightful sentence echoes through sweaty division and humid hostility,
conviction kisses his countenance
while confirmation photographs the cute couple for keepsake.
His outspoken body stands to claim its grip of self-sustained authority;
Shaking fists, clenching reason, straining blame, pointing chalky fingers
with a chalk covered slate
All against the reverberations of ri...
Monday 24th November 2014 1:54 am
A noun all alone in the white open space is at risk,
if it doesn't know its own definition or purpose.
Without knowing its identity, this noun may search for a verb.
Once it finds this verb, it may begin to become active.
After it is active, it may come to dwell upon passive.
Should this be the case, it may call itself just a subordinate clause.
Still without the sense of cause, ...
Saturday 22nd November 2014 9:23 pm