Biography of Deborah Harvey
Hello fellow poets and readers of poetry. First and foremost, I am a single parent to four amazing children. I have no formal writing training (so please be gentle in your criticisms lol) . I have degrees in Art History and Anthropology, and feel a profound affinity to nature. Although not a religious person, I do consider myself spiritual. When I write, all of these experiences and characteristics comprise my inspiration. Sometimes intentionally, sometimes subconsciously, my poetry is multi-faceted and if everyone who reads my words can take something from them, then I feel as if I have succeeded as a writer. Welcome to my world. :)
Deborah Harvey Poems
The dewdrops cling with steadfast resolve. As if knowing once let loose all is gone.
Thunder rumbles in the electric sky. Sonic booms ricocheting among the puce and oyster clouds.
It seems as if... we are always living in the fog.
A million individual nuances, blend together in a harmonizing array. Superimposed images
I release my words upon the wind. Tiny dancers pirouetting amid the zephyrs. Like nestlings on their first foray into the brilliant blue, Tentative and loose limbed,
I leave a blizzard of white feathers in my wake, a downy path to obsolescence. Ruminating over misspent passion... Misplaced trust.
Loss is a language I’m fluent in. Its syllables rush forth with martial precision.
I leave a blizzard of white feathers in my wake,
a downy path to obsolescence.
Ruminating over misspent passion...
All for naught.
Wasted tears fall on barren dreams,
Close my eyes, my being, my soul.