Louise Marie DelSanto


Louise Marie DelSanto Poems

41. October Silk 11/28/2005
42. The Sponge In The Sand 5/3/2006
43. A Birthday Poem For Roxann 5/15/2006
44. Absence 3/6/2007
45. And Now, You 3/20/2008
46. Happy Birthday, Adriana 6/16/2008
47. Last Thoughts 6/26/2008
48. On Saying Goodbye 8/15/2008
49. Impressions 11/10/2008
50. Seeds 11/11/2005
51. White Roses 11/17/2005
52. Gemma's Bar 11/28/2005
53. Winter/1962 11/28/2005
54. Nobody's Home 11/28/2005
55. And Death Came 11/28/2005
56. Wondering About You 1/12/2006
57. Twilight Concert 1/14/2006
58. Beyond The Revolving Doors/Rhode Island Hospital,1998 1/17/2006
59. Silent Parcel Of Angels 1/15/2006
60. The Station Wagon 11/12/2005
61. Two By Two/A Booth By The Window 11/11/2005
62. Isolation 1/31/2006
63. There Will Be No Basket Of Flowers 11/28/2005
64. On Beaches, Narragansett, Rhode Island 11/28/2005
65. Dancing In Las Vegas 11/10/2005
66. Infatuation Ruins 11/11/2005
67. Mothers Day/Phone Mother 5/10/2006
68. My African Sister 1/10/2006
69. To Feel Your Pain 11/11/2005
70. Black And Blue 11/28/2005
71. The Women Who Steal Married Men 11/28/2005
72. He Wept For His Father 1/17/2006

Comments about Louise Marie DelSanto

  • Bill Smith (1/14/2006 5:24:00 AM)

    I returned to Louise's poems today having not read for a while, I feel when reading that I am in conversation with her and she is there reciting her work just for me......she takes the mundane in every day life and gives it an air of beauty

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Best Poem of Louise Marie DelSanto

He Wept For His Father

He wept for his father
His father who implored
him to not test life, to not
seek treasures unknown

But his son wanted more
and spent his long days
slashing the darkened skies
in conquest of a golden sun

But the son was like a god
opening his mouth to
warm the coldness of the earth

And his father did not bless
the Summers or Winters
of his son with the light
of his departure

The father turned his head
away, his once strong grip,
weakend, only the whitened
hollows of his face did he leave him.

Read the full of He Wept For His Father

I Thought Of Dorothea

Her sisters stood by the hospital bed
and covered the frail legs of Dorothea
with a fringed blanket from home

I thought of Dorothea with a full
head of hair, and two strong
legs to run a Boston Marathon

warm tanning lotion by her

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