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Dale W.B. Poem
A hill is frosted in ivory
Almost cupcake like-
I venture towards this delicacy
The crunch under my worn boots resonates
I see no one,
Only footprints in the distance
The hill grows closer
A numbing chill
My cheeks feel the icy air, fighting tirelessly to keep warmth
I reach a hunched man
Beard wispy and white
“Old Man Winter,” I presume
Ah yes, he has finally arrived.
Copyright © Dale W.B. | Year Posted 2011
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Misunderstanding, rejection, hurt
So hard to articulate
Body tightens
I must write down the words so that I can own this feeling
Disappointment
Did I give myself away too quickly?
Is who I am and who I am perceived to be so different
That I have misplaced my identity somewhere in the gap of the two
This is petty.
Strength, focus
Don’t question, just be.
Copyright © Dale W.B. | Year Posted 2012
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Monotonous repetition
“I want, I want”
The faces begin to blur
Features eventually disappear
Their voices, now a constant buzz
Outweighing his thoughts
The only other sound he hears is the ever slowing ticks of time,
Inescapable.
His life has become
A faded numbness,
A passionless spiral of motions
Tick, tick.
What lies beneath his sullen shell?
Tattered camo memories
or the loss of a love true?
She wonders, sitting in the corner booth.
Copyright © Dale W.B. | Year Posted 2011
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Dale W.B. Poem
I know pain. I haven’t lost a parent or a sibling or broke a single bone but I have known a beautiful life cut short and I have had my heart broken.
I know the pain that you feel throughout your entire body and the cold hard lump that never leaves your stomach.
I know the inability to eat or the inability to stop, anything to try and cure the inevitable hole you feel.
I know the whole world seems to have become a darker shade and that brightness only hurts your eyes.
I know that this kind of pain never leaves you, but that you only become adapted to its continual presence. The first time you really smile you will remember immediately why you weren’t smiling before.
I know it will start to only come in waves, and just as the moon that pull the ocean’s tides, you can try to fight them, jaw clenched, any distraction, but it will hit you full force regardless. You must swim with these waves of pain, for if anything it is a reminder that you still feel.
And I know, we must never stop feeling.
Copyright © Dale W.B. | Year Posted 2011
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Dale W.B. Poem
The card hangs above my pillow.
Two dates; 18 years apart
Crinkled notes in my right hand drawer
Doodled hearts in colored pens
Thumb stained photos in a shoebox
Innocent smiles, nervous hands
Simple memories on paper
I keep those hidden and safe
But his card, it hangs above my pillow.
Two dates; only 18 years apart.
Copyright © Dale W.B. | Year Posted 2011
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Hear the bass causing your feet to quake
Letting it rise up, fills you to the brim
Spinning, almost out of control but not quite -
The beat becomes that of your heart
Releasing you
Copyright © Dale W.B. | Year Posted 2011
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It creeps up unnoticed,
Just a speck on your lash
You blink when you feel it,
Yet it’s gone in a flash.
It has places to travel,
Over treetops and paths,
To the mountains it whirls
And growls with its wrath
It flutters quite gently
Across valleys and streams
And makes a quick stop
At a hopeful kid’s dreams
Once it settles, it chills
And makes your knees shake
This mischievous traveler?
Just a tiny snowflake.
Copyright © Dale W.B. | Year Posted 2011
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