POETRY SPOTLIGHT: D.L. Owens

Hi, readers! We have a real treat in store for you today, a poetry spotlight. In these poetry spotlights today and in the future, we will be showcasing poetry by some very talented poets. These poets have graced us with their presence.  

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






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

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
Amazon Author Central: 
amazon.com/author/dlowens
Instagram:  https://www.instagram.com/a_moody_poet/
  iTunes:  https://itunes.apple.com/us/author/d.-l.-owens/id1126390032?mt=11
Artwork/Illustrations:  https://www.instagram.com/a_moody_artist/
Artwork:  https://twitter.com/a_moody_artist
Photography:  https://www.instagram.com/a_moody_photographer/   


Books:

https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/haikuism/id1103375389?mt=11


https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/all-over-the-place/id1104718578?mt=11



https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/bad-hair-day-series/id1106973389?mt=11



https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/loving-loving/id1109767592?mt=11



https://bookgoodies.com/a/B01DJOEC7K

   

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