Terri Turrell

Terri Turrell Poems

I am these words upon this page
a crumpled page
a crumpled page
a testament to who am I

what is letting go -
letting go of grief?
the serenity of letting go?
(must be a bad metaphor)

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my soul to keep
My soul unworthy take my heart
That while I sleep my life depart

If I could paint a portrait of my mind
A masterpiece to show the world my thought
Displaying every path I've walked entwined
With every dream that I have ever sought

Hello My name is Sinfull and I'm punctuation perplexed
that's not the same as stupid - it's confused, unsure and vexed
I know I learned in high school but I guess I've just forgot
cuz ya'll are quick to tell me every time I skip a dot

He told me his truths were
uglier than mine
laughing, we threw words
that were

I speak with the shells of
your eggs
on my tongue
shards of them fragile

Fists beating the door
Either side
to be heard
Pounding in hearts

What if I said
I will lie here
in this place
And cease to breath

Regret and rue we never will
What lost will never learn
Within our grasp illusive still
The thing for which we yearn

The sockeye salmon swim from Idaho
Once spawned they splash upstream to ocean seek
Then resolute return where rivers flow
To spawn another round within the creek

Challenge pursues me, a personal pest
questions presented each page a request
diligent dodger I juggle with zest
requesting relief and demanding my rest

Look! - Here I stand before you yet none see;
each promise un-fullfilled forget-me-knots:
I dine alone upon discovery -
none hear to validate perspective's thoughts,

When youthful zest sits down to dine with age
The wizened one consumes exotic fare
As youth becomes seduced by thyme and sage
One hopes they will enjoy the meal they share

I rode in a rocket
went whipping through space
crystal for fuel
and I flew while in place

Hope flourishes as flower which, when watered, nurtured, sprouts -
but first seed must take root in garden free from shady doubts.
mind's probing fingers, working, plucking weeds that stunt, consume;
strip hazards from environment so seed of Hope can bloom.

By happinstance if at first glance
I chuck spear lance like smarty-pants
while others watch all eyes askance
it's by my choice...how I advance

The white hot desert sun
sits straight up in the sky
bleaching bones and
mountain ridges

I knew a man painted
in ochre and violet
by his own artistic hand
shadows of bruises

All of the daiseys were meant to be mine
Deprived of their freedom, they gathered and died
Each offered itself to my selfish delight
Then wilted right there in my self-centered sight

The Best Poem Of Terri Turrell

Punctuation Pens, I Pause

I am these words upon this page
a crumpled page
a crumpled page
a testament to who am I
written here is life's reply
a heavy sigh
I am, but why
I write when no one's watching me
one word then breath
one word then breathe
punctuation pauses pen
quill dips ink and pens again

A notion vague a solid thought
a random rant I pen I plot
I spill with ink or pencil light
a dark deceit confused contrite
I'm candles lit by smoking verse
described in words
re-wrote I curse
I sleep in margins on the side
sincere seductress sanctified
I'm smudged so what
sometimes I cried
the missing pages? suicide
I tell you this is me inside
punctuation pauses pen
quill dips ink and pens again

The stanza is not where I break
I live within each pause I take
I am my words, my words a book
if you be brave enough to look
the screams the tears
I am the fear
if wounds drew blood
the knife's in here
when moonbeams milky thighs are spread
I am my love, what you've just read
enticed by beckoned fingernail
my words encourage then impale
seduced by sinfull's sharpened clause
punctuation pens, I pause

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Otteri Selvakumar 22 October 2009

in yahoo sin... write many poems all are diferent... answers also very smort. i ilke and love the sins answers... my best friend and my dear poet...Terri Turrel

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