Evelyn Norcott Poems

Creative juices run dry
And with that, so do I
I work and work
And tired by sunset
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Starlight cast onto my pillow drives me insane;
I have myriads of metaphors flooding my veins.
My wish is to be an astronaut with a pen,
To shake hands with the idol rock.
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Why must dawn break and
days crack to see light?
Can something beautiful
only succeed something so violent?
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Fountain pen
from which ink flows
as my brain pulls thoughts
from scattered places;
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His Light will not forsake us
find comfort in the darkness.
in the natural state of the universe,
He's left us to sleep.
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My relationship with you, Lord
Is either overwhelming,
Overflowing tears
and a heart full of joy.
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I talk about space when I talk about love
Because for me,15, writing oceans into a notebook
The stars above me feel as far-fetched as these feelings.
Love is quite frankly astronomical
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