By Kel Dayheart
Not really, but it is October. In the spirit of October I am going to try to keep to a creepy theme. Not surprisingly, I have quite a few that fit that category or just angst-y (see teenage years) so this is my disclaimer for the month that 90% of my poems will be dark,... Continue Reading →
Raindrops are falling Summer time warmth still keeps up Not a care at all
S. Eliot is remembered as American- British poet, American by birth and British by choice. I honestly can’t say he’s one of my favorites; however, I do like his stance on poetry which he discusses in “The Music of Poetry”. He believes that meaning and style go hand-in-hand when writing a poem. Sometimes you don’t... Continue Reading →
I haven’t loved poetry my whole life but it’s a near thing. One of the first books I remember reading on my own was “The Missing Piece Meets the Big O” by Silverstein. It wasn’t until later that I began to love his poetry. It’s humorous and whimsical, however many of his works taught valuable... Continue Reading →
The lights are all off Honey, haven't you heard? He left town hours ago
You have saved my life Guardian of the soul and heart My little angel
The heat of the sun Beating against sea- kissed skin A breeze alleviates
A misdirection.
Eyes up ahead, only
See what I show them
A rush of words fill my head And they stumble, tripping their way out Competing to be the first, the last, any where I overflow, spilling upon the page Soaking it with thoughts of beauty Life Love Loss And then, as sudden as it started it Stops. I struggle for one word, let alone a... Continue Reading →
Hello fellow wanderer, who somehow stumbled upon this! I've decided my poor poetry books deserve more than to die a dusty death so I am setting them free into the abyss. Ha. But seriously, I have followed different poets for a while and have finally decided to post my own works (by decided I mean... Continue Reading →
Fragment of a Figment 