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Angie Danielson Poem
Your lips weep with delicate insecurity, but your eyes—
Your eyes bare soul-less intentions
On vague horizons just out of reach.
I am smitten once again.
Copyright © Angie Danielson | Year Posted 2026
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Angie Danielson Poem
Deep one night, in fitful sleep
there was I, among
bright night-flowers
and warm sea winds
of tropical ecstasy.
Along bright, tranquil ripples
and swaying purple leaves
she was there, tender at first
in the blue-green lagoon.
Her mythical beauty, stunning
but peculiar yellow eyes, ominous
study me mindfully,
in the light of the night-sun.
Slipping through the coolness
of the sea-pond, I reach
toward her, enveloped--
only she stabs at my soul, taking it,
leaving me to ponder
the warm horizon beyond the everglade.
Copyright © Angie Danielson | Year Posted 2026
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Angie Danielson Poem
A single, white thunderhead
tainted slightly, with the pink-shine
of a late sun coughs
lazily in the vast grayness
of an elegant sea,
somewhere—
a sea still asleep.
Greedy cries of gulls
fill the saltiness of the heavy air
and through the early mist
people of the day appear
in straw hats and red and green covers.
The night-crowded streets,
baked and earthy,
move on among carts
and fresh purple blossoms
and over-ripe fruit from the sea,
to and endless sand-scape.
Staggered and restless,
the ocean-lights appear,
and a warning from the sky
floods and nourishes
the clay walls of an empty palace.
Copyright © Angie Danielson | Year Posted 2026
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Angie Danielson Poem
He needs her,
more than he knows.
she chases away the demons
though only temporarily.
The long day
pushes him to darkness;
though she retrieves him,
he returns to life
never quite the same.
Their journey is endless.
Copyright © Angie Danielson | Year Posted 2026
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Angie Danielson Poem
Beneath a darkly frigid sky
you left, lonely, without saying why.
But before the evening shadow
I noticed—your face looked rather shallow.
Then you disappeared into the night
while the moon was covered still.
And I’m left to ponder—was I right?
No, I’m not the one who left you ill.
Copyright © Angie Danielson | Year Posted 2026
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