Posted: April 28, 2011 in Poems
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Stardust falls from your eyes
as his back fades into the distance.
Once magical and full of promise,
now the glitter clouds your eyes,
fighting the brimming tears.
It’s shining false hope, the
knowledge of his departure
too fresh to accept. Hold tight
to this sparkling dust, a final
thing to cling to before it blows
away, leaving water in its wake.

Copyright Danielle Meeker 2011


The Field

Posted: April 10, 2011 in Poems
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I’m yelling at her as loud as possible.
Pressed against the fence, fingers
laced in chains, I call suggestions.
Stay sideways, use the back leg!
Dressed in jeans and a t-shirt,
it’s all I can do. Scream and hope
she hears me. Learns from me.
Eyes closed, I remember.

Glove on my left hand, ball in my right,
the seams rubbed against fingertips
as it’s held against my side.
Dirt smeared across my uniform shorts.
Getting the signal, the two came
together and neon flew
from my hip.

Jeans skim the dirt and flip-flops snap
as I walk to the middle of the infield.
I look where my ghost now resides,
the shadow of a player. Then with a kick
of the dirt, she vanishes and
I leave without looking back.
I don’t miss her.

Copyright Danielle Meeker 2011

Together, Apart (A Sonnet)

Posted: April 3, 2011 in Poems
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Orange, red, and yellow leaves start to fall,
casting gold beams across your saddened face.
I hug you and say you can always call,
a relief that something can close the space.
Over a year ago, I said those things,
and everyday we drift farther apart.
It doesn’t tear me up, it only stings;
I know you’re safe in the depths of my heart.
Now the flowers bloom by rays of the sun,
signaling an end to the bitter cold.
They say reconnect, let the fight be done,
and I listen, letting their words take hold.
I make the first move, a casual hey,
you almost walk, but then sit down and stay.

Copyright Danielle Meeker 2011

Pour Me Another

Posted: March 27, 2011 in Poems
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If love is like a brandy,
pour me another glass.
Sweet at first, the longer
you drink, the more it burns
till it finally leaves satisfaction
in its wake after moments
of unmistakable agony. It envelops,
body, mind, and soul. Want it,
need it, but if not consumed
slowly with the utmost care,
it is meaningless. Over too quickly,
its depth’s not valued, its joys
overshadowed by pain. But if savored
and treasured, it will be fulfilling.
So pour one more glass, for I intend
to cherish it until the very last drop.

Copyright Danielle Meeker 2011

What He Doesn’t Know

Posted: March 12, 2011 in Poems
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In bed my baby sleeps,
eyes closed, hands stretched out.
He has no fears yet, no worries,
no hurt. War has not yet caressed
those soft cheeks, nor death
tickled his round stomach.
He does not know yet
that he will defend peace one day,
does not know of what
is to come. Gunfire, bombs,
and endless desert. For now
as experiences mold his
brain, as he learns from his surroundings,
and as love enters his heart,
he sleeps.

Copyright 2011 Danielle Meeker


Posted: March 7, 2011 in Poems
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Tell me how you are.

Sit across the table and
try not to make eye contact.
Cross legs. Uncross legs.
Fingers drum on the table.

Tell me how you feel.

Authority figure, supposedly
to comfort. Lean in, tries to make
it better, but only causes anguish.
Hand comes out, but retracts.

Tell me what you want.

Can’t. I can’t tell you,
you should know. This
is pointless. Leans back in
chair. Conversation over.

Copyright 2011 Danielle Meeker