J.D. DeHart- Three Poems

In a Pinch

 

The girl is sweetness,

and is life, full of golden honey

promises and words that edge

on a soft, moving tongue.

But life has a way of pinching us,

squeezing us, forming us like clay

into a form we did not intend.

So when we see her again, the beauty

has gone, the voice now ashes,

the stories full of disappointment.

 

 

I Am Not the Ghost

 

They say there is a ghost nearby,

but it is not me.

Though they seem to see right

through me,

talk roughly over me,

and though my hand passes through

physical objects with ease.

Couldn’t possibly be me.

 

 

Puff Adder

 

He’s, at best, a puppet,

displaying, showcasing, insinuating

the orders passed down to him.

At worst, he’s the evil held in the world,

the serpent in the garden,

offering fresh fruit like a salesperson.

Try a plantain, he offers.  They’re so

sweet and delicious.

Now let us meet, he adds, about the rest.


JD DeHart is the author of The Truth About Snails, a chapbook.  His blog is jddehart.blogspot.com, and he is a staff writer for Verse-Virtual.