Biography of David Lovell
Currently residing in: Temperance, MI
Education: A.S. in biology, B.S. in sociology When I started writing poetry: Although I have one poem dating back to 1997, I consider three poems I wrote in 2000 to be the real beginning.
David Lovell Poems
(parable, Part 1) Nowhere: The Prodigal...
Note: This is the first in a three-part series. Nowhere, I'm going nowhere Surely all these rules are to blame
(the Parasite, Part Ii) Death Of The Pa...
This cannot continue, I must be free But how can I kill this monstrosity? It feeds off of depression, apathy, and anxiety While murdering every thing good in me
I walk the dry land once more, but in a new way Steps made with confidence, I know where I go, I do not hesitate The surging, turbulent sea nearly drowned me But a Savior came and held me above the waters
Lost in a dark maze Suddenly I see myself I am grieved, I do not know why But I know that the time draws near
I am immobile and useless How did it all begin? I know well now, hindsight is 20/20 I ceased to see when I wouldn’t look inside
Summer Of My Winter
I feel the cold of the north wind comin' down Swirling leaves, once an array of fall colors, now fully dead and brown It gets dark too early, sunlight leaves, wish it would stick around Despite the cold and death and dark I sense You and I know Your grace abounds
Shades Of Gray
The sky above is pallid shades of gray Just like it has been for days and days When will this break, when will the light return?
The spider drops down without detection On a thread of silk-smooth deception Spinning slowly lies and treachery on his prey Wrapping it in a cocoon of apathy and dismay
Cruel By Nature
Cruel by nature and twisted in every way, Sometimes almost more than I can take, like today. It’s like being enthralled while simultaneously being given a crushing blow, Or swimming in a tropical paradise while dying in knee-deep snow.
When colorful leaves from above do descend When those first snowflakes of winter fill the sky When plants come to life upon getting rain on which they depend When comes scorching heat I love so dear that makes others sigh
I am but a mortal man, This and nothing more, nothing less. I dream of great things, but can’t even keep my car running. Looking into the stars,
His Grace Is Sufficient For Me
Every time I can’t take another step, I take a few more Because His grace is sufficient for me Those times I just want to walk out the door I find that His grace is sufficient for me
Disillusioned Loss of inspiration I have so little left to give Like the knees of jeans reduced to a few strands of thread
Over the years in silent sadness I watch As dream after dream dies, some slowly, some so quickly Inside, I die with them; we are one Sometimes new replaces old, it matters not, all of them die
Summer Of My Winter
I feel the cold of the north wind comin' down
Swirling leaves, once an array of fall colors, now fully dead and brown
It gets dark too early, sunlight leaves, wish it would stick around
Despite the cold and death and dark I sense You and I know Your grace abounds
Lord You are the warmth I feel on a bitter cold day
The Life and The Beauty amongst death and things blasé
In deepest darkness You are my Light, guiding my way
Knowing You love me I'll not move, but in Your presence stay