Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Bridges (Poem) - Blogo 49.8 I am the Night


Bridges

I feel your breath upon my skin
Soft and warm within the night
Comforted by an eternal knowing
You are with me… always

Paths cross and we build a bridge
Exploring places we’ve never seen
Sojourners walk with us for a season
While others, will journey to the end

“Remember me”, I hear it said by many
While your face, remains my only memory
Early fires, left smoldering in the night
Turn to ash, scattering in a morning wind

You will always be my perfect love
The very breath in my life
Nothing can change the beat of my heart
No matter where the road may lead

DeAnna


Blogophilia Week 49.8 Topic: I Am The Night
Bonus Points:(Hard, 2 pts) Incorporate a lyric from The Psychedelic Furs
“Remember me I hear it said”
(Easy, 1 pt) Mention early fires

Monday, January 18, 2016

~ Gravity ~ (A Poem) The starkness of Winter Blogo 48.8

The starkness of winter
Knocks at my door
The hungry chill in the air
Always wanting more

Thoughts accosted by darkness
Where purgatory awaits
Bundled and bridled tightly
By what lonely silence creates

Tearing myself from the vicious pull
To the light, to warmth, I hastily run
With each step, I defy gravity
And all it has maliciously undone.

DeAnna Metcalf 

Blogophilia Week 48.8 Topic - “Starkness of Winter ”
Bonus Points:(Hard, 2 pts) Include a Marilyn Monroe quote  “I defy gravity.”
(Easy, 1 pt) Incorporate purgatory 

Thursday, January 14, 2016

Whitewashing the Truth - Blogophilia 47.8















We live in a world where it seems the norm
To be something we’re not
Whitewashing the truth
So as not to offend
We have to bend
Almost to the point of breaking

Gone are the days when the truth ruled high
For this truth, a man like Martin Luther King died.
Gone too, are the days when a man would fight
To bring injustice into the light
Expose the lies, and the world would cheer
Somehow the truth seemed to bring us near

But John F. Kennedy, as much as he tried
Both fought and played among the lies
Plagued by the power he held in his hand
A short life he lived, when he made a stand

Today it seems the truth is far
Driven by whom media makes a star
Distorted and arranged to fit
Their gain creates the offer

It’s what is taught to our sons and daughters
They’re lost in a mix of distortion
It’s hard to tell what’s made up or real
And no one is free to say what he feels

One wrong word and you’re crucified
Unless you’re the darling of the day
Then you can say whatever you wish
Serve it up with nicely with spoon and dish

But I will speak my thoughts to your dismay
Because my brain was brought up that way
I don’t speak to put anyone down
I speak so I am not lost in the sound.

DeAnna Metcalf 

I find it interesting that I read, wrote and posted this without even realizing that I had the wrong Kennedy in my mind.   I had a thought in my head and just ran with it, despite the fact that the prompt was Robert Kennedy instead of John.   This kind of makes me laugh at how similar that is to my last relationship.  I saw what I wanted, wrote the story I wanted and when it was time to divvy up the points...I was surprised.   

Well, I can't change my last relationship, but I can change a blog post...so I am :-)


Blogophilia Week 47.8 Topic - “Whitewashing the Truth”
Bonus Points:
(Hard, 2 pts) There, Their, and They're - correctly use two, don't use the third at all
(Easy, 1 pt) Include Robert Kennedy and Martin Luther King 

Wednesday, January 6, 2016

I Dream of Love



I dream of a love
That sears my very soul
Overshadows my fear
One that says, “I know”.

I dream of a touch
One that makes my heart cry
Tears of overwhelming joy
Without the question, “Why?”

I dream of a good man
Who knows who he is
No questioning motives
He knows my heart is his

I dream of a warm sunny day
Walking hand in hand
Soaking in the dreams we live
Together, even stronger we stand

I dream of the moonlight
Blessed with a kiss from our souls
When we find the love we share
Surpasses all our earthly goals

I dream of a moment
Where we rest in one another’s breath
Inhaling the sweet scent of each other
Our hearts full, no longer bereft.

I dream of you, my valiant love
Only a heartbeat away
So close, I can feel you
True love comes, one day.


DeAnna 1/5/16

Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Dancers (a poem) Blogophilia 46.8 Haven of Snow



Two Dancers glide gracefully across the floor
Bodies moving in time, intertwined
Speak a soft language of their own
Lost in a moment delicately timed

Sentient beings enlightened by music
Bereft of surroundings and cares
Swooning to a rhythm of passion
While others watch with envious stares

Swirling, twirling, a gentle hold
Smiles beam from each face
A moment in time they’ll remember
A feeling, time cannot erase

The song reaches its final end
They close with one last valiant spin
A new song plays a different tune
Sit in the memory or shall we dance again?


Blogophilia Week 46.8 Topic: “Haven of Snow”
Bonus Points:
(Hard, 2 pts) Incorporate a piece of work by Edgar Degas (i.e., the title of a painting, sculpture, etc).  “Two Dancers”
(Easy, 1 pt) Use the phrase "sentient being" in your blog