Biography of Charlotte Ballard
Writing is the journey.
Charlotte Ballard's Works:
Her Highness the Radiant Dyke Deborah from Canada
Charlotte Ballard Poems
Ode To Pizza
You delight the nose with evocative Promise of stringy cheese, pepperoni And tomato sauce warm. Each piece Contested over, grabbed, hungered over
To Emily Dickinson
Emily, your words breathe fire. From simple words to grand designs- Heaven drops, sweet nectar. I propose a promise
My Only Song
Man of Sorrow Man of Pain You took it all Without any gain.
I Never Had A Mother
I never had a mother Who read “Hello Moon” Fifty-seven times before Tossing it behind the refrigerator
A Mother's Day Poem
My mother keeps a poem That I wrote when I was More than a child, but Not yet a Woman.
Just now, Michael spoke Not from courage Nor from hope. 'I'm dying, ' he says
Writer In Training
I work the books As if knowing the Words could somehow Translate into
Taps are being played In the middle of me To say good-bye To that part that
I don't have much That I can claim- Just an old brush With half the bristles gone,
(inspired by Stubborn Students) Locked doors Closed windows
My Lying Fault
That a child mixed a broken breed Purposely denied her own fault In it. I did not cry wolf out to My Lagging defenders, nor know that
I watch as a slim Young man, dressed in Tweeds and patches on the Elbows, squats down with a handful of
I saw a leaf fall today Burnt orange oak Drifting down alone - All its fellows
A Poet's Heart
Who knows what's is in A poet's heart-it could be Rainbows and candy apples Ferris wheels or Topsy Turvys
Tall trees still.
A minute before it rains,
A humming bird at a
Red tinged feeder.
Black cat shaking
Excess water off.
Graceful steps flowing,
Untrained dancer of fur.