Thursday, March 13, 2014

Poems by Dawnell Harrison

Still of the night

In the still of the night
when the moon rages

its harvest orange hues
to the ground I write

sleepily by a red light.
I labor out of the love

of words grazing the
tips of your ears

with a beacon of light's
gilded colors.

I write on spindrift
pages of white harboring

just the right tone,
just the right syllables

to connect your soul
inexplicably to mine.



I should lie down

And live as quiet


As a mirror.

I reach for tender mercies


To find the air

Raging with fire.


I set the sky ablaze

With my fiery hands.


Birds fly like leaves

Through the sky


As I find it broken

And without.


Soot lingers on the grey

Ground as the fire


Burns the center

Of my pain.



Time kills me horribly

As I skate upon a lake


Frozen with death’s calling.

My bloodless heart rages


On in the twilight

Of my impending doom.


Love has no dominion here.

Time will murder me yet.

Dawnell Harrison has been published in over 70 magazines and journals including The Endicott Review, Fowl Feathered Review, The Bitchin' Kitsch, Vox Poetica, Queen's Quarterly, The Vein, Word Riot, Iconoclast, Puckerbrush Review, Nerve Cowboy, Mobius, Absinthe: A journal of poetry, and many others.

Also, Dawnell has 3 books of poetry published through reputable publishers titled Voyager, The maverick posse and The fire behind my eyes.

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