POETRY
I have always written poetry, ever since I was a little girl. I am currently editing some of my poems for publication in a book format, Butterfly Kisses. Additionally, four of my poems have already been published in anthologies residing in the Library of Congress:
Medusa’s Song
Regret
Mist in the Valley
The One Who Watches
Medusa’s Song
My final poem to be published — so far — is Medusa’s Song . You can find it in the Library of Congress in the anthology, Best Famous Poems of 1998. The Famous Poets Society gave it an Award of Recognition.
Excerpt:
Song of the Gorgon, deep and true,
From the depths of time, I summon you:
Return from among the gods of stone
To ancient lands where once you roam’d.
Show your face to me again:
Your full red lips, your earth-brown skin,
Your serpent locks, your dark kohl-ed eyes…
Who looks on the Goddess, lives and dies…
Regret
My poem, Regret, is published in the anthology, Famous Poems of Today, also in the Library of Congress. It won the Famous Poets Society’s 1995 Award of Merit and Award of Recognition.
Excerpt:
from where the rain falls
to where the stars shine
i love you beyond birth
into the sunrise
i love your eyes of mer
watery depths of dawn
passion’s promise full
of dreamy siren song…
Mist in the Valley
For my second foray into poetic publishing, I published Mist in the Valley in the anthology, After the Storm, in the Library of Congress. It won Semifinalist in the National Library of Poetry’s 1994 North American Open Poetry Contest.
Excerpt:
There’s a mist in the valley, a peace in my soul,
Something frail and fleeting, which I rarely know.
I fear I’ll lose it if I dare but breathe,
So, I hold the moment close as my heart’s ease.
The soft sun is sinking slow beyond my sight,
And the crickets’ song summons the night.
The mist is drifting with the clouds of rose,
And a tranquil sweetness settles in my soul…
The One Who Watches
The One Who Watches was my first poem to be published. It is in the 1994 anthology, Seasons to Come, in the Library of Congress.
Excerpt:
“I am the One Who Watches by the Pale Moonlight,
A Silent Shadow in the Kingdom of Night.
Time’s Ticking Moments are Nothing to Me…
For What is Time’s Worth in Eternity?
“And Warm Life Anew May Someday Grow Old,
But Mine is a Life Everlasting and Cold.
My Brain Has No Heart, My Heart No Soul.
I am a Ghost, a Phantom, an Echo Unwhole…”