With us today is poet and author D.L. Owens. Here is a little taste of her poetry.
Mysteria Prosed Me
She snuck into my thoughts when I’d first learned to write
As I aged, her words began to form through me
Never needing to think what to write, just do it
Inhaling the moods and scents surrounding me
While words splatter to paper like a Picasso
Who is this person in my mind constantly awakening me
Always having something to say, never a dull thought
Where’s your paper, your Underwood, your cell phone
No more excuses not to make our words known
These gathered letters want to breathe your air
The Beginning of Me
The scent of my
ink fills each room
Words falling on
eggshell paper
With emotions
from glee, glory to gloom
Underwood the
earnest escaper
Started writing
when words were few
When first love
of first love had not anew
When lips had
not yet touch a heated man
Or my hand
grasped gently, walking hand in hand
Children playing
outside, dirt mud pies
Inside cooking
and scribbling notes on the side
Why is my mind
taking me here and there
To places of
endless make believe dares
I feel I want to
go outside today
To hear the
marble winner shout hoorah
Ride my bike to
the neighborhood store
However, poetry
keeps me here for more
Started writing
when words were few
When I didn’t
know blue from blew
Only understood
words inside my little head
Wanting to live
outside of me instead
Like a child
eager to play
Is how my
fingers would shout hoorah
Words would play
tag the next word
On sheet after
sheet, turn after turn
My humble style
of writing started to age
As my view of
life was doing the same
Hanging in clubs
I’d fall asleep or wait
While friends
found potential first dates
Sounds of
tennis, basketball, football, too
Filled the air
while my hands moved
Left to right on
thick notebook spirals
Filling it with
highlights of my life
Train ride with
strangers
By the end they
become friends
As they watch me
write their life
On my notebook
in pen
Moody writing
just like I would paint
Never knowing
what it will be
Will it be a
short story, novel
Or a few pages
of poetry
Endless Excuses
Where is the rain today; I need a certain mood
To work on a novel I’m writing; Mother Nature rude
Last week the rain came before I got off work
Week before that I was tired from dealing with a jerk
If it’d just rain I could finish this chapter called, Muse
Rain finally falling; clouds beautifully vogue the blues
Can’t find my pens and paper; where are they hiding now
Tablet energy zero, laptop adapter nowhere to be found
Guess it’s no writing today; Mother Nature slowing me down
To work on a novel I’m writing; Mother Nature rude
Last week the rain came before I got off work
Week before that I was tired from dealing with a jerk
If it’d just rain I could finish this chapter called, Muse
Rain finally falling; clouds beautifully vogue the blues
Can’t find my pens and paper; where are they hiding now
Tablet energy zero, laptop adapter nowhere to be found
Guess it’s no writing today; Mother Nature slowing me down
Marking the Heart
Looks are mostly
deceiving
They are
definitely appealing
Second looks
worth stealing
But what is
uncontrollably the binding
Is that everlasting
feeling worth finding
The one that
won't ever leave you sighing
The sticker to
the core of the hearts twining
The permanent
glue that can never be pulled apart
The one that
captures all of you from the very start
Leaving a stain,
an embedded memory, a permanent mark
Just from lassoing your soul through the eyes of your heart
Love Is A Spell We All Fall Under
we sometimes
just don’t know
how and when the
spell is cast
or how and when
the spell was broken
we usually know
why
we just don’t
accept it, for a long while
because the
second love reaches its true end
doubts no longer
cloud our thoughts, actions
our eyes see
what was always there
we feel limp,
lost, weak, lonely, foolish
waiting to be
found, rescued, renewed
hiding inside
and outside ourselves
feeling there is
nowhere to go
when that
certain love is no more, no more
but there are
infinite places, faces, chases
which is why
patiently is wished hastily
towards healing,
growing for a new journey
with a love
truer than the one that didn’t last
that kept adding
drama to a once happy past
the true love
won’t be from a bottomless sea
or the roughest
of the lands damaging weeds
it will be love
that weakens knees
with a touch, a
smile, a gesture, a kiss
you will see it,
feel it, breath it, bliss
it will feed
sides of love you didn’t knew existed
and that other
whatever every it was
will no longer be missed
Bittersweet, humor
We moved in together
Joined our accounts
Meshed our furniture
He bought the refrigerator
I bought the stove
Grocery shopping together
Friends over on Friday
Movies on Saturday
Church on Sunday
Everyday filled with us
Turn over in bed, he’s there
Shower, he’s there
Breakfast in bed
I wash the clothes
He cleans the stove
He uses my toothbrush
I keep buying new ones
Leaves the seat up or both down
Burns everything he cooks
Losing his manners a lot
He sings to me
I read to him
He prays for me
I pray for me
Thanks for giving us a look at your poems, D.L.! A pleasure to have you visit us on Writing in the Modern Age! :)
Poet Bio
Poet Bio
D.L. Owens began writing poetry at the age of eight. She would
write on anything she could get her hands on: toilet paper, card stock sleeves
from her mother’s nylons, paper bags from the market, even the palm of her
hands. This went on for a while until one day her mother realized this was not
a phase. This prompted the purchase of a manual typewriter which quickly became
her best friend. Years later, when D.L. (Lulu) became a proud mother of a
beautiful daughter, she switched gears and wrote children’s stories and poetry.
Her poetry is comprised of the tempers surrounding her, from a
baby crying for her mother’s touch to a couple smiling at each while holding
hands. Her longer pieces vent from everything engrossed in her mind and from
her dreams pouring into the pages like a love story. This “moody writer” writes
poetry of all sauces with love and romance as a part of it. However, when it
comes to short stories, novellas and longer pieces, she finds herself locked in
a mixture of sci-fi, mystery, and fantasy with a taste of romance.
Her addiction to writing and painting takes up much of her time
when she’s not spending it with family and friends. Lately, she has been
creating illustrations for the books written for her daughter. When she’s not
doing this she loves to cook, make greeting cards and take pictures of the
glorious nature.
Links:
Twitter: https://twitter.com/a_moody_poet
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iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/author/d.-l.-owens/id1126390032?mt=11
Artwork/Illustrations: https://www.instagram.com/a_moody_artist/
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Photography: https://www.instagram.com/a_moody_photographer/
Books:
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