Sunday, March 19, 2017
Like Before
Kelli has recently earned a Master's degree in English Literature from Acadia University. Kelli has been a lifelong poet and writer and most recently, her micro-fiction, "Gifts," won the Vox 2015 Best Short Fiction entry in the University of New Brunswick's annual student art journal.
A native of Nova Scotia, Canada, she studied creative writing at Kwantlen Polytechnic University in Langley, British Columbia, but has since returned to the east coast where she works and resides with her two children in Saint John, New Brunswick.
You can see more of Kelli's poems and other writing at Lit for Life".
Like Before
Craving again to
feel assured
in the way
your arms provide
at the exact moment
your eyes rest on
mine
no thought for the room
surrounding me
in affirmations
leaving room for no
hesitations
leaping from doubt
to thought and
covering all
with words that
glide on my skin
like a leaf
drifting
on water
Copyright 2016: Kelli Gunn
Labels: Canadian poet, creative writing, Kelli Gunn, poem, poet, poetry, romantic poem, romantic poetry, writer
Tuesday, March 14, 2017
Siren Song Of A Fallen Angel
By Donovan Baldwin
A beautiful vision sings to me
With the voice of a fallen angel,
Her voice piercing my soul,
Daring me, tempting me,
With dreams and images of
Pleasures and delights,
Seldom sung about
In Heaven.
If I should fall
Within the power of her voice,
I cannot be redeemed,
For her song is far too strong,
And stirs my soul,
To dream of evil,
And of good,
As if were one.
Call her "Temptress", or "She Devil",
If you will,
But, it is the truth,
The angel that she is,
Is witnessed by the sound,
Of her sweet voice,
And sight of her angelic face,
Full of mystery and beauty,
Whose sight creates desire,
In a mortal man.
Sailors of another time,
Spoke of the Sirens
In their legends,
And, as those fabled singers,
She can lure me into any danger
With her siren-song,
And her beautiful face,
As a beacon before me.
Oh! Fallen angel never cease to sing.
Punish me, reward me, and redeem me
With your song,
For I would hear thy sweet voice,
Throughout eternity,
And never be banished,
From thy presence.
Copyright March 14, 2017 by Donovan Baldwin
A beautiful vision sings to me
With the voice of a fallen angel,
Her voice piercing my soul,
Daring me, tempting me,
With dreams and images of
Pleasures and delights,
Seldom sung about
In Heaven.
If I should fall
Within the power of her voice,
I cannot be redeemed,
For her song is far too strong,
And stirs my soul,
To dream of evil,
And of good,
As if were one.
Call her "Temptress", or "She Devil",
If you will,
But, it is the truth,
The angel that she is,
Is witnessed by the sound,
Of her sweet voice,
And sight of her angelic face,
Full of mystery and beauty,
Whose sight creates desire,
In a mortal man.
Sailors of another time,
Spoke of the Sirens
In their legends,
And, as those fabled singers,
She can lure me into any danger
With her siren-song,
And her beautiful face,
As a beacon before me.
Oh! Fallen angel never cease to sing.
Punish me, reward me, and redeem me
With your song,
For I would hear thy sweet voice,
Throughout eternity,
And never be banished,
From thy presence.
Copyright March 14, 2017 by Donovan Baldwin
Labels: fallen angel, original poem, original poetry, poem, poetry, siren, siren song, sirens
