Poems

The art of the written word has become antiquated; this art however still warms the soul and stirs up our emotive selves.

Some of these I am personally connected with and have a deep attachment to.

Shaped as been awarded with poem of the Month

Shaped

Cranky and decrepit like a redwood

Having years of weather shape the outlook

Tall and upright draw taut by the sun

Yet gnarled and ragged try to catch rays

You have shape my determined destiny

Made it difficult for ours to follow suit

Bolted my heart with your essence and love

Change the way I stand up straight

A new one joined the ranks of me

Or rather a new attempt to alter my stance

Has blown in, showered me with all of you

Yet the intensity is not one that compares.

All I love and was taught to love

Now seems so vitally important than before

The picture then was close too close for me

Now all I desire is the desire that has been removed

Denver Fredericks

Copyright 2005