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She is the tiny voice that sings "I am"
in the gloom of darkest night.
She is the Song of the Soul
reveling in tiny moments of truth.
She is the pulse that quivers with hope
in the rubble of man's discontent,
and the flame of commitment
in the rearing of a child.
She lays a gentle sheen
on the tired world on a moonless night,
filling hollows and thickets and stark rooms
with murmurs of inspiration.
She quells the thirst for empty pleasures
and rides the waves of painful days.... (more)
I'm surrounded by silenceAs I sit alone in the night
The children sleep asThe keyboard clicks.
There's a lump building in my throatAnd butterflies in my abdomen
My hands shake, my heart fluttersMy mind runs scared
Blood courses through my veinsStill, the silence maintains
Is there anyone out there?(more)
...year, and that made all the difference.
My junior year, Fall 1986, I changed my major to Psychology - just for the inside joke of having once worked with rocks, and would now work with the rocks in peoples' heads. I took a bunch of classes as electives - including a creative writing poetry course. I wrote freely about my first boyfriend in a number of my poems, and had no rejection from the professor or my classmates. I received praise for the vivid imagery or the powerful emotions my poems could invoke.
In February 1987, I had a shock. My first - and only - boyfriend... (more)
The Death of Emmett Till
hot Missippi night,angry voices fill my earspain, darkness, calm
- Check out this short blurb on the Emmett Till story at Digital History.(more)
Ode to the White Page
Ever since I met you, I haven't been the sameAnd every time I look at you,I feel compelled to touch youIt's as if you beckon me and call my name
A powerful attraction that is felt but can't be seen And as far as I remember, that's the way it's always beenI see a world of possibilities of what you could become A vision not all have but that is shared by some
You could be a beautiful drawing Or my most amazing writing You could become a painting Or whatever I could be fancying
With you my only limitation is the stretch of my imagination There's... (more)
Hands that create beauty touch my skinEyes that view beauty see meA mouth which speaks of love covers my ownBreathe deeply, sigh quietly and love me.
Keep me from wakefulness with your wordsand hold me from weakness with your armsTake me from ordinary to extraordinaryand carry me with you not forever just for now.
There is a passenger that travels with me all of the time;a negative entity that threatens to devour my soul
For years it has followed wherever I have gone, and while it’s been quiet at times,perhaps even dormant,it always returns to haunt my waking dreams
Darkness that wraps me so tightly it takes my breath away, and as all light slowly disappears,my sight narrows, and all beauty and joy fades away,eclipsed by the shadows of my sorrows
Then there’s another side of me,one that's dying to be set free;a positive being that knows its own worth
One that sees the pain... (more)
She feels a certain release when she runsrhythmic footfalls on the pavesyncopated cadence that flows with each thought, each beat, each breath.
Twinges of discomfort come and gomuch like the trials in any lifetimebut to run, therein lies the goldstolen moments, Mistress Silence, blessed Queen.
A simple pleasure.A piece of joy stolen from a disaster,Boldly taken yesterday and today.
A simple pleasure.A bit of sum on a cloudy day.Open up to the feel inside and outside.
A simple pleasure.A hug in the middle of an argument.Grasp it tightly, hold it firmly.
A simple pleasure.A rare jewel among the rocks and boulders.Of being loved and loving.
Originally written: February 19, 1997
I was reveling in taking simple pleasure from a hug in the middle of an argument, a smile during that crisis, and realizing how rare it was. I remembered how it deflated the... (more)
Some call it power,spend their lives climbing or creating it, addicted to the money machinean insatiable need driven by scarcityfameenough it is neverthe glass wallsjust to maintainSome break themselves chasing their dreams
What they can only wish for, you have achievedbut the glass walls surround you keep you caged like a lion on display at a zooflashes of strobe lights flickeringfilling my sleepthey think they know you believe they can see those walls mix with self preservationnaked eyes cannot perceiveglass walls built to protect yousometimes prevent others from loving you