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*

   Rebecca

Eight years old, full of love.
“Ask Jesus in your heart.” she’d sing -
 “He loves us all, don’t you know?”
She made me sick; Rebecca.

Rebecca’s mother volunteered,
“God is your savior!” she’d remind us -
Plunked sugared cupcakes on our desks;
never asked if we ate dinner.

Written January 1, 2002

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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