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.
Quiet
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
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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