Marjorie Hart
Indianapolis, IN, USA
Marjorie HartIndianapolis, IN, USA |
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Marjorie is originally from Madison, Wisconsin, where she attended the University of Wisconsin-Madison. She now resides in Indianapolis and works in Customer Correspondence for an international vacation company. Her poetry has been published by The National Library of Poetry and The Poetry Guild. She says: "We spend so much time pretending not to notice other people--in line at the grocery store, on the elevator, in our cars . . . I write to break free of my tiny glass cell and make contact." |
WarringTears that sing their strains of sorrow flow freely from my anguishing eyesand fall to the breast which is wounded near lifeless. Yet life remains to empower my turmoil and give my agony breath. I turn my face to the sky in search of release but no answer comes. The confusion burns its black twisting messages in my mind. The searing resonance of my ceaseless thoughts in circular flight thunders in my ears. No progress. No motion. Lashing writhing emotions battle to destroy each other together in conflict defeating me. Peace must soothe my wretched spirit. Dark dissonance must give way to harmony else I continue to die without dying. Vanquish or release me you devilish mentors! You guide me not to truth but to evil insatiable doubt which consumes me. No more! Be gone! I will wait and watch for the answer yet unseen. The ugliness of this madness will cast its shadow no longer upon me. There is One Who is true. I will turn my weary eyes there. |
VisitThe day fades quietlynow only a murky silhouette submerged in evening waters. Movement becoming slow and graceful sounds crisp as if originating not from without but from within. Creatures of the day now in slumber creatures of the night awaken to their morning. Tiny bright streaks of green dart about as fireflies paint their joy against a blackening canvas. Peepers clamor their glee and by their familiar disturbance usher children into sleep. Clouds which so short a time ago obstructed view of the sky now set it alive by their icy brilliant reflection of the moon shouting its glory to all who brave the tranquility of stolen hours to witness. Approaching rain announces its coming on the air enshrouding its listeners now a brotherhood united by expectancy. This audience is not perturbed by the solemn spectacle of falling black drops. Why so so many retire for these hours choosing an obvious over a fathomless beauty? The answer is simple: What better place to enter into dreaming than this? |