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Best Poems Written by Dallas Connery

Below are the all-time best Dallas Connery poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Life

She sat alone on the wall
that bordered her life
and her property, her call
not minding the silence
she felt most free to not fall

No one was likely to come along
she inhaled every essence as it was
exhaled it as a song,
even when she questioned
where she truly belonged.

On the stone built edge of wonder
she tossed off her shoes
and there, gave up all her blunders
that might someday rend her
but for now just the rain and thunder

Was present to marvel over.

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Just a Someday Thought

One day you'll find this,
 but don't stress over times
 we didn't truly miss

 when childhood joy had its place on a beach
 as the little ones played
 within yet beyond our reach

 and a kiss was more than just that
 sand and sun as the girls picked,
 came running, proclaiming when they sat

 with treasures, bartered, trading, elated
 it was just a few moments in time
 but so joyfully allowed, created.

 They flew with gulls, as if they'd never fall
 with strong wings, used driftwood to play
 as pirates, built fragile castles, too tall,

 swam diving and rising gasping
 innocently carefree
 surely you recall in some grasping

 bragged over, collected shells,
 at home again, Bath for all
 washing away salt spray smells.

 finding, days later, tucked into pails
 laughter floating on those breezes,
 images etched into what is so frail.

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Dark Horizon

Towing a trailer at night
weaving east over I-10, 
west Texas plains
from Albuquerque, racing
to leave behind hard driven rain
I must have been insane?  
Wipers hardly swiping
the sheets, or rivulets
blown back and forth
across a desolate road,
no stopping, mind 
and determination popping,
demanding, keep going, 
home the goal
too often closing my eyes
to dangers presented, signs
Wildlife crossing,
eyes reflected in headlights 
it was all the same
all untamed, hours spent burning
asphalt, the humming of miles slipping
finding a pay phone calling
"I think I'm an hour away", told, 
"No stay,
I will come to find you."
He must have broken every law in the books
those who also wandered and wondered
late at night, gave me looks
as the waitress, told them
to leave me alone to cry, but hugged
me and brought me hot tea.

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Change

Like a blade, a chill finds its way,
slicing through a closed window
portending a season approaching
as a flock rests during migration
filling a skeletal tree.
From a distance looking like 
breeze tossed leaves
then take flight seeking
warmer climes, darkening momentarily
an otherwise daylight sky,
taking with them
a sense of serenity.

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Wild, Not Quite Free

It's call unique,the Elk
dissolves the morning calm
seeking its mate and new charge
all living at large
in winters woods.

Hunters hungry, saw the cow
the wind blew her way, she knew
stared, stressing, ushering
as her calf came
all lowered their rifles. 

"We will find other days and ways,"

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A Form of Abuse

Once espoused, poetry the cause
now even when aroused
I listen to my muse and pause
if only to take a second look
wondering if I will revisit
as I might a favorite book.

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Exploring

Split rail lined
rough as the path trod
hands tracing, guiding
blind, no voice only splinters
maligned her journey,
taking her from one place
then returning.

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Adaptation

The grass is no longer strictly green
morning dew has turned to frost
it crunches in shades of yellow
when over it I walk.
The sky is clouded, over bearing
covering what was recalled
as springtime sun, and blue bonnets
fully in charge of the hill.
Nothing in this season
has been truly lost, the cost
of course is patience
and belief that new will happen again.

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Charolette

Charlotte was her name
I've never understood 
why cars are given a gender
but it was his, my dads
an old Nash, a rambler
and he named it?
Sometimes he would ask me
to go along, burning up miles
seeing vistas, towns and such
windows down, wind blowing 
on us, we were rambling
my hand out, ups and downs.
Hours spent, no destinations
or hesitations, but ever present
were the anticipations
about what was beyond the next curve.
The verve was enticing, exciting
but then came the time to return home,
Charlotte had all the exercise she needed
as a middle aged car, but I couldn't contain
when asked "Where did you two go?"
I simply said, "There and back."

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Unaware

At the very edge of life
bordered by the admonition
"Don't go", released 
to explore, expand knowledge
tangible, tactile
I found assumed freedom.