Biography of Delilah Miller
'The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity.'
I think writing is my way of keeping it simple, of being honest with myself.
Delilah Miller Poems
Blue sky, blue sky. Looking at you, wishing the day by.
So good to be home and out of the heat. All those excess people reminded I'm alone as I explored the busy Chicago streets.
A Man's Love
A poetess can be wasteful when it comes to love. She'll wade and wallow through the waterfalls below and above. She'll sip big for ability's sake and swallow.
He has an appetite sweet to satisfy. But he's so distant and curt, with painful goodbyes.
Ant Farm Life Won'T Make You Happy
Over the short years, we've fired comments at each other that were like deadly darts in the skin of some clever animal,
Soaking In Algae, Burning With 'sunset O...
Thanks to Ivan Donn Carswell for all his help and corrections. He's an amazing poet, happens to be posted on this site; look him up. The music stretched out its notes;
An Unbalanced Heart
It seems that when I was at my busiest point, treading water in this chaotic sea of estrogen, (that is my life) you managed to waste my time,
I am a sidewalk that cannot handle another footstep; A bone that is too weak to be broken because it halted growth and from motion is kept. And I'm the game machine spitting out tokens.
7 Deadly Pink Roses
We had this priest come and talk to us on the feast day of St. Joseph and so strangely he mentioned a girl would know the right guy because he'd be willing to sacrifice his dreams for hers and for God's. Not only am I not a god, requiring sacrifice, but my dreams so often don't follow the path I imagine God would dream of. I suppose, at one point, it's Him or me. Seven deadly pink roses waiting on my windowsill;
A Lighter Shade
To all my conquests, past, present and future. My coffee cup's a lighter shade of blue this morning.
If that phone rings across the other line, just one more time, I don't know how much longer I can keep my mind. Because you're not going to pick up,
Love Lessons Learned In Chemistry
Chemistry class, block two consists of electrons, Mendeleev's table and a few beakers. The room is surrounded, right across the hall are the religion class and the student speakers.
Alive And Subtle
When is that last glimmering ray of sunlight shining in to illuminate that last corner? When is that last piece that actually fits right falling into place, the puzzle-joiner?
A smile on a glowing face. How many people have felt content and never said a word out loud? How many of us tell the world our malcontent
He has an appetite
sweet to satisfy.
But he's so distant and curt,
with painful goodbyes.
As the crescendo builds,
it's blurry as a...A fantasy.
But when the mist clears,
I realize again, he doesn't love me.