Poetry by
Shannon L. Delsol

Spirituality

Pesky Woodpecker
Eucalyptus
Trees Meditate in Autumn
Paths of Intellect
sweet
Envoys

When Mother Woke Us
Dunes

Rags
Anima

Mouth of Columbia
one of mine 
my woodlands
Master's Smile
Spin Me Again
I Have No Use for Words
Absolute Exchange
When I Was Wood
Plaza de Toros
Beautifully Transparent
I Sit With Him
I Sleep in Shades of Ochre

It Writes Itself Upon Me
I Am Your Own Reflection
Loving Him is Like That
Tethered
He Must Be Loving Me
The Rainbow People
Within His Fluid Womb

Sowing Seeds
Trifles
i am ripe
Our Humble Natures
Another Wave
The Spirit Wants
Handful of Dreams
Nocturnal Meetings
Moth Against a Window
My Vast Ingratitude
Rebecca

Buddha
Lourdes
I Am
Awe
In Music
Open 24/7
Stomach Ache
Disbelief

One Attribute

*Home*

   Open 24/7

We are out of eggs.
Our toilet paper roll is low;
get more milk, please.

No more coffee.
All oranges have been eaten.
The toothpaste tube is scrunched.

Go to market – get more,
replenish, never enough - 
we are always out.

God is like that but, lo!
Who needs a car to shop?

The pantry within is full -
and open 24/7.


Written January 16, 2003

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


main
menu