I used to
be quite prolific. I am one who is tied
to the notion that for one to create, one must be inspired. For one to be inspired, one must be swept up
in emotion. For me, that emotion is
almost always sadness. I am most
creative when I am melancholy, and for that reason, I’ve written very little poetry
since high school. Nevertheless, I
continue now and again. Like so many
other things, these collections of words are my catharsis. It helps me through.
It’s
always good to have an outlet.
Not to
say that every poem I’ve written is drenched with tears. Some are quite happy. Well, at least bittersweet. Enjoy.
Daddy. In loving memory of Robert
Eugene Barnes, born October 19, 1951, died March 1, 2001.
The Song.
My first real poem. Very
short. But very sweet.
Eric. Inspired by the movie The
Crow. If you haven’t seen it, then
where have you been the past eight years?
Good-bye.
Written on a bus just after departing from a retreat.
Brilliance.
I’ve had at least five people ask me for this poem to be used in their
weddings. Who’d have thought?
Soul Mate.
I say, to hell with grammar!
It’s creative license at its best.
Love Endures.
Another poem drawn from The Crow. I love that movie.
Obsession.
Yes, I have a dark side.
The Greatest Crime.
I consider myself a Christian. Most
certainly not the best example, but it’s a daily struggle.
Untitled.
For those who’ve known someone who’s committed suicide.
The Storm.
Written only moments after my first kiss.
Forevermore, I Shall Stay.
I only wish I had the courage of my convictions.
Like Lambs to the
Slaughter. Sometimes, I feel so
helpless.
The Magic Word.
Inspired by the man who is now my husband. I wrote this while sitting in on a high school Spanish class,
during my senior year.
Untitled.
For Cory. Sometimes, even I
don’t understand myself.
Untitled.
I was feeling uncharacteristically Shakespearean. I’d just finished reading The Lamentable
Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet.
With You.
Another written for my husband, who was away at boot camp when I wrote
it.
Dangling.
I was sick, and frazzled, and having questions. Don’t we all?
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