Local Poets

Mytho-Poetic Visions

Local Poets

This segment is for writers that have read their poems/prose at the Marketplace and other venues in the past few years and have offered to share their work by allowing me to post it here.

Many of these writers are younger (under 60) and some under 20. I applaud them for venturing forth, taking that first step, and putting their voice and poetry out into the world.

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Something

Buzzing

Tingling with anticipation

Impulses coursing, preparing

Muscles made ready

For something

Waiting

Instinctively tensing

What event merits

Incessant, insistent sensation

Of something

Pacing

Circling, retracing, asking

Watching for signs

And listening

For something

Searching

Frantically, desperately seeking

Purpose compelling

The hunting and finding

Of nothing

Because there is nothing

Or….

Because something

Is something that’s happening

Inside of me, it has to be

…. Something.

- Danielle S. Hatfield

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sometimes it's good

to let the silence be.

to leave the lines

unread

to let the words

go

unsaid.

sometimes it's best

to leave the rest

to the imagination

the rumination

participation

abounds

in the blanks

we leave for others to fill

or not

inaccessible

is right where

I want to be

safe

in anonymity

reaching so much more

with less ...

answers

in the emptiness.

fill in the blanks

with the secrets

of your own heart

dear heart;

and learn to read

yourself

between the lines

she leaves out.

-jenraven 11-06

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How Great

How great is my smile if I pour in my sorrow?

How bright does it shine when I show how I feel?

How blue is the sky when the day's rainy darkness and fog have made distant the light of the sun?

How filled is my heart that is feeling like crying and letting the things that I hold back all go?

What good does it do to see others pass by me and see me just sit and pretend not know?

How close are our hearts as they struggle with life as they dream they got lost in these avenue turns?

How true is our solitude, thinking we're strangers and thinking I know that I really love you...deep down...deep down.

I have a heart that is broken...

but it's sewed up together with yours

and with all of the hearts in the world

and with all of the hearts that have gone on before.

I have heart that is changing, but it's full of the fullness of living... which I just can't see but can feel beyond the blockage of pain that I seem to have there.

"Where are you when I need you?" I cry with a sigh and you whisper that all of the while you've been, "here."

Cheyenne Hernandez

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There is nothing we must do. There is nothing we must have. There is nothing we must be. There is nothing we must know. However, it is important to remember that when it rains we can get wet and that fire burns.