Charles Darnell Poems
- Alone I walk along a melancholy strand, Hearing music ...
- Waiting For Joy We tell ourselves that it will come. It will...
- Lazarus Ah Jesus! You do me no favors! You give me life, ...
- Orlando's Blood In the early morning hours the blood dries ...
- Sail The spray hits you in the face. The swells bring the ...
- Yahoo Buckaroo! “Yahoo buckaroo! ” Your bare butt bouncing ...
- Judas Well Lord, Here I am in the last scene of that last ...
I was born in Louisiana but I've spent most of my life in Texas, particularly in San Antonio where I met my wife and raised my family.
My work has appeared in anthologies and in print and online journals including The Shine Journal, The Mindful Word, Right Hand Pointing, and others. I am the past winer of the Tempie-Skerritt-Hickman Award and the San Antonio Poetry Fair Award. I recently won... more »
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I walk along a melancholy strand,
Hearing music played too far
To be meant for me.
Drifting down the beach,
Distorted by erratic wind,
It faintly pulled,
Like the withdrawing tide
Pulls flotsam from the shore.
Here is where you haunt me.
The hiss of the returning waves
Whisper your name,
The cry of the gulls call,
But you will never answer.
Your image is torn by breeze and spray
Fleeing up the sand,
Hiding in the hollow dunes.