A Musa Oblectata: Poetry

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Art is all about moving people; it's about prompting in them the same emotions that caused me to write in the first place. Unfortunately, that's where my control ends. After I expose you to what I was feeling, it's your choice how to respond.

These poems come from a six-year span, and so the ideas and emotions they communicate are broad and diverse. There are elements of my life represented therein that I don't agree with anymore; it's no longer my experience. But they are a part of my history, both creatively and as the person I've been becoming all this time. And, as such, I feel obligated to share them.

I hope you enjoy this brief, but true, look into the woman I've been, and--I hope--the woman I'm becoming.




Newest Poems
Superficially (final draft)
Lovers' Goodnight
Leaned Too Close
The Waves
Superficially (original draft)
I Am Messy
The Sentimental Artist
Who I Am
Zephyrs
Hospital
Superiority
A Jog
Another Lost in Empty Space
Sunrise
Iced Over



A Night at the Symphony (Art Farmed piece)
A Statue
Alabaster Box
All Beauty
"And tears fall from me"
The Amaz'd Night Wanderer
Anointing Hand
Art of Worship
Beneath Creation
Benumbed
Blind
Blindsided and Wandering
Blues
Bogs Too Deep
Broken Art
Burning
But Me
Perfect Art
By Feeling
Came
Con-Sensual
"Creeping Horrors Round my Neck"
Crucify
Cut Me Open
Defiant
Divisions
Drown
Empty Nest
Ends Clean
Excuse Me
Exodus 33
Fallen Face
Family Times
Feel
Flow
For Peace
Friday Night Alone
Fuck
Fusion
Hard to Hope
Here's To
Hidden Tears
"How could I ask . . ."
How Sweet
I Wish You Rain
In A Word
In Mark
In the Clutches of Injustice
In The Shower
"And lead us not . . ."
I've Tried
Kansas in the Fall
Jerusalem Calls
Languid Stress
Look Twice
Love Letter
My Champion
My Face A Mask
My Issues
My Pen is Still
My Psalm
"Naked and Poor"
Night With Winter
Ode to November
On Nights Like These
On What It's Like to Reach for Hope That's Lost
Overwhelmed
Penetration
Poem 3 (Part I)
Poem 3 (Part II)
Poem 3 (Part III)
Trite Pretention
Reflected
Remembered Reflection
Return to Childhood
Runaway
Same Old
Sand
Science
Seared Flesh
See Not, Hear Not, Think Not
Sentio Animum
Simple Song
Smithy
Stars
Stepping Stones
Stone Tumbler
Talk
Tar
Teach Me Love for the City
The Kind of Night
The myriad host of lights
The Rhythm of a City
The Taste of a Word
This and That
Thoughts From a Canyon
Tabula Munda
To the Poets and to Poesy
Topsy Turvy
Tossing and Turning
The Necromancer
The Rose
The Ugly Duckling
The Unconquered Fortress
The Will
Wasted Day
Weather
What I Know
WhatWhen
When I Die
When It's Cold
While Time Stands Still
Who Am I?
Who To Call?
Write the Day
Writing What no Words can Express


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