Callisse J. DeTerre

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Callisse J. DeTerre Biography

I was awarded a college scholarship for writing and won top honors for poetry contests in high school and college. Until this year,2010, I have not since shared my writing publicly. My first poem was published in a school newsletter at age 7. Around age 13, I started to journal in the form of poetry on a fairly regular basis. Years later, the thematic ebb and flow of my writing helped me to see the cyclical nature of my severe depression and ultimately combined with other facts to lead to the proper diagnosis of Bipolar Disorder. As cooperating with treatment allows me to keep a more even keel of functioning and prevents the intrusive suicidal thoughts that once plagued me, I have no fear that treatment stifles my creativity. I enjoy all manners of written expression, but am least skilled in journalism. I lack the ability to mentally prioritize and filter information. Everything seems important. I have trouble getting to the point. In general, I've been told that I often lack the ability to adjust the complexity of my language to the intended audience. I tend to be obsessive about scholarly writing, but less so otherwise. Even if I rework a poem a hundred times, I like the relative brevity of poetry because I'm impatient. I want to finish something, even if, as I said, I go onto revise it. I rarely create song lyrics from my poetry, but often am inspired in one fell swoop with words and music. Unfortunately, scribing one measure takes me an hour. So I write down the words and sing to myself from time to time. As they are hymns usually, I trust God will see a way for them to reach a broader audience if it's part of the Plan. As for writing in general, it is my own fear of rejection by 'pedestaled' editors and my lack of discipline which have primarily held me back. Here's to baby steps!)

The Best Poem Of Callisse J. DeTerre

On One Thief I Wait

[reflecting on Psalm 49: 4-9, Matt 24: 37-44...*]

Why should I tremble as darkness falls,
when thieves of worldly riches strike?
That I should be unburdened would be a blessing
for they cannot take my Light.
But I dare not slumber as night draws near
For on One Thief I wait with hope
that I might be a treasure worth retrieving
before the dawn of Satan's reign bursts forth.
Catch me not napping when he tiptoes in
to steel the ready and the waiting,
the righteous and sinners forgiven both.
Good Thief, do not steal Yourself from me.
Gripped by this fear of losing Your love,
I will rage, rage against the dying of the light.**
As long as I'm awake, their is no night.
For on One Thief I wait and will not slumber.

*Holy Bible, **Dylan Thomas

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