Delilah Miller Poems

Blue sky,
blue sky.

Looking at you, wishing the day by.
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So good to be home
and out of the heat.
All those excess people reminded I'm alone
as I explored the busy Chicago streets.
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A poetess can be wasteful when it comes to love.
She'll wade and wallow
through the waterfalls below and above.
She'll sip big for ability's sake and swallow.
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He has an appetite
sweet to satisfy.
But he's so distant and curt,
with painful goodbyes.
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Over the short years,
we've fired comments at each other
that were like deadly darts
in the skin of some clever animal,
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Thanks to Ivan Donn Carswell for all his help and corrections. He's an amazing poet, happens to be posted on this site; look him up.


The music stretched out its notes;
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It seems that when I was at my busiest point,
treading water in this chaotic sea of estrogen,
(that is my life)
you managed to waste my time,
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We had this priest come and talk to us on the feast day of St. Joseph and so strangely he mentioned a girl would know the right guy because he'd be willing to sacrifice his dreams for hers and for God's. Not only am I not a god, requiring sacrifice, but my dreams so often don't follow the path I imagine God would dream of. I suppose, at one point, it's Him or me.


Seven deadly pink roses waiting on my windowsill;
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I am a sidewalk that cannot handle another footstep;
A bone that is too weak to be broken
because it halted growth and from motion is kept.
And I'm the game machine spitting out tokens.
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Chemistry class, block two
consists of electrons, Mendeleev's table and a few beakers.
The room is surrounded, right across the hall
are the religion class and the student speakers.
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