Elizabeth A. Detring
St. Louis, Missouri, USA
Elizabeth A. DetringSt. Louis, Missouri, USA |
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My poetry follows a theme. Lizart came through an outburst of frustrating years. If a journey of a thousand ships could explain where life travels and why, I AM ONLY TRAVELING ON ONE OF THOSE SHIPS. Poetry became a way to extend the height and depth of my life by different world points of view. After designing and creating, a book entitled, "Temporal Ignition," I landed in St. Louis, Missouri in 1998. The poetry in my life is the gift of words which sizzle the edges of a mirage into a clear image that was always and will be forever present. |
Shaft & ButterflyThe shaft. hollow. gelatinous. Salty, but sweet.a protruding bite yet all the while a state of purity so relaxed presumes like a butterfly carried by the presumptuous wind.... The boundaries dismissed by a compelling drive to fall into the shaft, forward and profitable. covered again until the wind arrives with only nectar on the belly of a bee to yet another place, the window, the eye of expectation. A gaze. For people, places and things devour the pure release of expression for the butterfly to dance yet again with the reach...The shaft. Hollow. gelatinous. Salty, but ah! So sweet. |
Power of Pearlsthe words left unsaid...an arrowhead thoughthidden source...an espoused embrace time dangles in front and behind, then there is pain to every mysterious line crossed from a corner out in the galaxy, when the bottom of the ocean offers the gift of pearls. never a desire for more than a moment speaks. the words left unsaid...an arrowhead thought a hidden source...an espoused embrace. then and only then is time. |
HungryStewing moments, a miragelaw grazing, trough longing syrup slashing, strokes oozing vacant rooms codified echoes sour, unconscious inert dripping forever hungry, the predator |