Dawnell Harrison- Three Poems

A silent shroud

The winter is cast in ice –

The cold-hooded mother’s

Dregs are in full bloom.

The red-hot cauldron

Of the morning sun cannot

Melt this snow tundra,

It cannot be shaken down.

I watch the flakes descend

In a silent shroud –

The season is dragging

Me down like the pull

Of the ocean’s tide.

Plenitude has no voice here.

Reflection

The reflection of garnets

Darkens in the sullen night

Of your eyes.

Once they were little crushed

Diamonds of light.

Your body is a stream

That leave me holding

Emptiness.

Your eyes are winters

Glazed in ice.

The world whitens

Under the ashes

Of your memories.

Lost

Moonlight licks the back

Doorstep eaves.

Shadows whisper

In the deep dark hole

Of the night.

Lost in a black space

The roses bleed the

Backyard red.

The night swallows me

In a quivering circle.

I have been published in over 60 magazines and journals including The Endicott Review, Abbey, Iconoclast, Nerve Cowboy, Mobius, and many others.

Also, I have had 3 books of poetry published through reputable publishers titled Voyager, The maverick posse, and The fire behind my eyes.