Shannon Delaney: Favorites

Mar 2015 Shannon Delaney

Glass Dreams

Mar 2015 Shannon Delaney

Chris

Glass Dreams

I now know dreams
are made out of glass
because,
when you dropped me,
I watched all of mine
shatter

Mar 2015 Shannon Delaney

floored

Mar 2015 Shannon Delaney

EJ Aghassi

floored

i saw the saddest face
in my beer last night
a single tear slid
down one smudged eye

perhaps from maddening
stillness it cried
or maybe from the
darkened depths inside

i can't say that it was a
reflection of my own
i saw nothing familiar
to draw a connection

but i certainly felt a
connection to whatever
emotion it was that
i was drinking

i drank in as much of
that tormented
face as i could
i digested the ambiguous
melancholy

the sadness is holy
it's grounding
and i'll drink it in
until i'm floored

sloppy but i felt the need

Mar 2015 Shannon Delaney

The Three Words (10W)

Mar 2015 Shannon Delaney

Francie Lynch

The Three Words (10W)

Say the three
Words
I love hearing:
*See you tomorrow.

"I Love You" is tempermental. Tomorrow is promising.

#love #promises

Mar 2015 Shannon Delaney

ho(me)bo(und) soul

Mar 2015 Shannon Delaney

r

**(me)bo(und) soul

I like the sound of the rain
washing away the silent day

And the lonely call
of a home-bound train

A mournful morning
kind of pain

....Give me the sound
of a blue bluejay

over the busy noise
that mocks my ways

I want to pack my bag
and fetch my dog

Whistle a tune
while we walk along...

Come on girl
It's starting to rain

I hear the sound
of the lonesome train

and the blue bluejay
calling my name

(Here's where yer sposed to whistle)

r ~ 3/13/15
Been listening to John Prine this morning. He does this to me. :)

Mar 2015 Shannon Delaney

"Twisted kind of bliss"

Mar 2015 Shannon Delaney

Turn Off The Lights

"Twisted kind of bliss"

Her eyes are two galaxies full of secrets,
But you know with time she will reveal her past,
Confess her hopes for the futures and her dreams for the present.
You wait.
Like a wild wolf, she approaches slowly, it takes time but all you have is time,
Time,
A lifetime as she approaches and you raise a hand and watch as she
Unravels.
Speaks with confidence and a hint of vulnerability.
Instantly, you want to shelter her from the hurt of the world,
Shelter her for the pain, the rejection, the heartbreaks,
But the only shelter you have is the strength of your
Words,
The quality of your
Arms
Wrapped around her.
You hope, you pray,
*Please, God, let this be enough.

Inspired by Danny O'Connor's art of the same title
http://docart.bigcartel.com

#love

Mar 2015 Shannon Delaney

talk the talk

Mar 2015 Shannon Delaney

nivek

talk the talk

I can talk the talk of love
all my days

and I walk the walk of love
in silence

Mar 2015 Shannon Delaney

Old Men Know Love

Mar 2015 Shannon Delaney

Francie Lynch

Old Men Know Love

Old men know
As much about
Love as the
Fifty-one shades
Of our gray hair.

Mar 2015 Shannon Delaney

And the Vultures Hover Nearby: An Offering

Mar 2015 Shannon Delaney

Bruised Orange

And the Vultures Hover Nearby: An Offering

You are not my children,
tender as you are.
You are not my lover,
though you cause my heart to yearn.
You are not my sun,
or my moon,
or my star.

I set you on this rock;
you will not make me burn.

You are simply sticks,
arranged upon the pyre.
You are clever tricks,
though you flaunt my clear desire.
You are not the match,
or the wick,
or the fire.

I set you on this rock;
To see what might transpire.

You will never be a pheasant's egg to be coddled.
You are only this: a calf led to the slaughter.

A poem addressed to my poems, in the midst of the dreaded poetry workshop, where my lovelies are torn to shreds. An attempt to maintain distance, for the sake of learning. It's hard.