Maybe life could be empty and yet filled with a void,
Maybe it could be full and yet of life devoid,
Maybe I could be happy yet a feelingless mess,
Maybe the no of the past was just a hidden yes,
Maybe dreams were memories that never happened,
Maybe life's just a drawing that was misshapened,
Maybe the trees dance alone and not with the breeze,
Maybe the wind is their music of noteless melodies,
Maybe the dusk was painted with a ruby's blood,
Maybe rubies were frozen teardrops of a rosebud,
Maybe our eyes were made to reflect the stars,
Maybe the twilight was born to heal our scars,
Maybe it's for the worst, maybe for the best,
Maybe it's just coincidence and not a test,
Maye the clouds move on to forget the pain,
Of being beckoned then scorned time and again,
Maybe you don't need me, maybe you do,
Maybe I was a wish granted just for you.
Fighting Sorrow
When the stars refuse to glow;
And the moon turns off her light.
That is when I'll know;
You are forever from my sight.
When the sun no longer rises;
And the winds of time stands still.
There will be no surprises;
Nothing more will I feel.
When all the waters run backwards;
And birds choose not to fly.
I will accept that I am shattered;
And will lay me down to die.
Until that day arrives;
I simply will not succumb.
Like the Phoenix I will rise;
For I shall overcome.
If today must be a battle;
Then a warrior I shall be.
Nothing's won for the idle;
I carry perseverance and dignity.
When this day be finished;
And I reflect the challenged scores.
My love will be undiminished.
Your memory the source.
~ Darlene Doll Smith
Dedicated to my mother, Etta Maye Martin Harris on this Mother's Day
you know that feeling of pain,
or maye your more aquainted with shame?
do you know the feeling of love,
or the hight of a flying dove?
i dont know how to explain it,
i see the flame of my inner candle has been lit.
i see him walking to my dark depressing corner,
he see's that im a loner.
sitting curled up in a puddle of blood,
i can hear the pounding of his beating heart.... thud tud thud.
i look up into his beautiful eyes,
he says that he hear my cries.
i look away ashamed for being in his presence,
i can tell time is of the essance.
he reaches his hand down to me,
i wrap my arms around my knees.
he whispers trust me,
i look up and he helps me to my feet.
i havent been in that corner for a long time,
and i am just fine.
i have his love,
and he has mine.
If I could have the enigmatic face of Monalisa,
If I could be that face which carries secret in a smile,
then maybe you could be My Leonardo,the artist in my time.
If I could be the Queen of Egypt,Be Seductress Cleopatra,
Have Her power and Her strength,then maybe I could be
wrapped in a carpet,be Undressed by Julius Caesar's hands.
If I could be the beauty,Helen of the Troy,then maybe ships
would sail towards me,and be abducted by men's joy.
If I could be the Goddess, of passion and romance,
If I could be the sensual Aphrodite,with Ares have my chance.
If I could have the courage,be brave as Joan of Arc,
then maye I die burnt at stake, wins freedom in my heart.
If I could be these many Special Women,If Only I could be,
then maybe, yes,just maybe,You can be,You can be'The Poet'
who dedicates a sonnet, just for me.