Derrick Puente

Rookie (10/15/1981 / Austin, Texas)

Lost Intentions - Poem by Derrick Puente

In inward conversation
Stagnant pools of dreams
Rummaging through thunder-
The lightning in between

The grating echoes whisper
Within the deep ravine
Wonder-less the mystery
In this vast extreme

Devote yourself to hardness
Endure, for who can say
If the rains will come again-
And wash the past away

I plunge into old dreams
I try philosophy
I’m met with indignation
The pools mirror the seas

Slowly I am drowning
Encircled by the stones
We forged to make a palace
We carved to build a home

But when the blossoms wilt
In the sultry sun
The smell of dying flowers-
No one can outrun

Left with rage it’s only
The last thing left to try
Dreams forsake the valleys
Stars deny the sky

Part your blistered lips
Speak so I can know-
What happened to the future
Where do intentions go?

Curtained by the mountains
Reverent to the old
There’s little left to build with
When the worlds been sold.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 26, 2013


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