I Keep My Visions To Myself

She came to me with hooded eyes,
her frank suspicion undisguised,
pushed to the brink, I surmised,
come to hear me prophesize.

Candles flickered in the room,
shadows darting through the gloom,
she smelled of musty, cheap perfume,
I recognized the scent of doom.

My hands caressed the crystal ball,
gazing in, I saw it all,
I tried to make my face a wall,
to shield her from the pain I saw.

What I told, I chose with care,
yet, stunned, she sat back in her chair,
people seem so unprepared,
but why'd they ask, if they're so scared?

She glared at me with baleful ire,
spat at me, called me a liar,
fled as if her hair was on fire,
the psychic life is God's satire.


©Danielle White
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Smith-Johnsen Avatar
January 20, 2010 at 1:01 AM
Danielle, Today I am taking the time to enjoy myself reading some of my favorite poems. Your poem, “I Keep My Visions to Myself ” is one of my favorite poems. I wanted to let you know that I enjoyed reading it, again. Thank you for sharing. Lovingly, Dane Ann
Witt-King Avatar
January 12, 2010 at 2:32 PM
Masterful piece! I'm glad this is one vision you DIDN'T keep to yourself.
Smith-Johnsen Avatar
July 26, 2009 at 3:55 PM
Danielle, Great rhyming and very interesting content. Are you a pshcyic, Danielle? Keep writing. Lovingly, Dane
Freeman Avatar
July 15, 2009 at 2:07 PM
I do have a few, visions! But now that I am old another carries me into places, before I would not, and was scared to go. Godly love, jm
Joe Avatar
July 12, 2009 at 1:30 PM
This is a very well written pioece. I enjoyed the fact that you used partial rhyme rather than make something soung forced. It is great to see such skill, you obviously love what you do. The form you use would make any narrative funny, even if it was not meant to be. that is not to say that this is an easy thing to do. You have to work to get it right and that is what you have done here. Brilliant!
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