Delilah Miller Poems

Cold kitchen.
Colder day,
Coldest women lay in the living room, living without their kin.
Clear evening,
...

If you open you eyes,
And I'm gone,
It means you've read my poem.
Perhaps, now,
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So many people have got to tell you something,
eagerly spilling out their religion,
their stories, experiences, favorites and finds.
They must forward their ideas.
...

They say write what you know, but I'm a little fed up with convetion at the moment. I wrote this as a wife, watching her dream marriage fall apart.


The warmth of my pink bedroom wall
...

Let's be honest.
And I mean honest,
the kind you choke when saying
but you say it,
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To explain the last line, fin is french for end.


I want out.
...

O Grande Amor,
take me somewhere beautiful.
Wrap me in rocking rhythms and breathy low notes,
and speak to me,
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I didn't need Bob's judgemental eyes
And I told him so.
Because I was in between grief,
self control,
...

So far,
You are
a dream I had once when a silver moon glinted
across the window, holding a warm running car.
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In every purse I've got,
it's always the same tube of lip-gloss.
It's the Cherry lip-gloss that's colorless, shiny.
Doesn't matter to me,
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