Deborah Dalton Poems

You can tell by her
walk
You can hear it in her
talk
...

When I let my friends
ready my poems
I feel naked
Stripped of emotional
...

I fight often
I strive for my choosing
I wear fabric cut against the grain
...

In my bones
the fire inside
is burning brighter and brighter
...

Focus undone
to protect the story

Weary, but
...

Chasms of suspended
awarenesses

Unconscious joy versus an ever-present pain
...

I like to be quiet
Sometimes

I like to sit in still silence &
...

Don't fear evil
Look at it confidently in its eye

Stare it down until
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Sometimes I'm a ball
Of chaotic genetic feminine rage

A hormonal Molotov cocktail
...

From
unconscious
to
conscious breathing
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