Jeremy D. Grimes
Biography of Jeremy D. Grimes
Currently attending the University of Evansville; I am double majoring in Art and Education in addition to a minor in Creative Writing. I hope to obtain my doctorate and teach at a college level. In my freshman year of college I won several awards including: Outstanding Freshman Artist and 1st Place for Poetry in the yearly writing competition. I will most definetly be writing and doing independant artwork in addition to teaching.
'There is no remedy for love but to love more.”
-Henry David Thoreau
Jeremy D. Grimes Poems
The Church Made For Burning
The scientists left with the flames As did the poets and false-prophets Surrendering to the ashes from which they worshiped Only a tortured frame survived
Every fourteen years they warp to our town The rapture of the Cicadas
Tools Of Destruction
No life or structure was spared From the gyrate, glutton blade. I was its ascendancy- Its Hitler. Power to seize
A Note On Apathy
Sing- Oh woken Bosnian child, Sing to the world its own selfish notes. Remind them that all men regress back To the God-soaked cord of giving
The sky above the endless fields, Where clouds of pink succumb to black. Off lying sights away will fade, As Twilight’s Trolly runs it’s track.
The Sunday Visitor
Three pews from the back of the church she sat, An aging pearl in jasper company; Embraced in white vesture and radiant.
Supermarket Parking Lot At 11 Pm
Cool wind A bleak spring morning After a short, hard rain
The sky above the endless fields,
Where clouds of pink succumb to black.
Off lying sights away will fade,
As Twilight’s Trolly runs it’s track.
And the only thing that came between the woman and the view,
Was the window.
Her hours spent in dreamless state;