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Beginning March 20th, 2016 Poetry Breakfast will once again serve a little poetic nourishment every morning. Start your day with our new expanded menu. Poems, of course, are our specialty. But we will also be serving a fuller menu that includes poetry related creative non-fiction such as letters to and from poets, essays on poetry, and anything else that might feed a poet and poetry lover’s soul.

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Diane Elayne Dees

Unanswered Question – A Poem by Diane Elayne Dees

Unanswered Question

There is a wall I cannot climb,
a veil I cannot pierce,
a door that will not open,
a song whose words I do not know.

How do others learn
to navigate the frigid rivers
of sorrow, age and loss?
Who taught them how to pull

the lost threads of fulfillment,
and how to gather the supplies
they need to save them when hunger
strikes, and the light dims and fades?

There is a book I cannot read,
a message I cannot decipher,
a screen I cannot see,
a secret no one will reveal.

 

About the Poet: Diane Elayne Dees’s poems have been published in many journals and anthologies. Diane, who lives in Covington, Louisiana, also publishes “Women Who Serve”, a blog covers that women’s professional tennis worldwide.

 

Poetry Breakfast accepts submissions of poetry and poetry related creative non-fiction year-round.  See our Submission Guidelines page for details on submitting your work.

Start your morning with a nourishing poem.  Follow us on  Twitter, Facebook, and  Tumblr,  and enjoy a new poem every morning straight to your feed.

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Lost In Space – A Poem by Diane Elayne Dees

Lost In Space

The space between not wanting
to live and not wanting to die

is an amorphous island which
you alone inhabit. The coastline

shifts, the waves crash just
when you think they should

recede. The space is like a room
cluttered with Dali’s melted

clocks; there will never be enough
time. There is far too much time.

The space is like Alice’s rabbit hole,
and pretending to be two people

is destroying you. You cannot find
the key, so you dissolve in slow

motion while your body roams
the island, searching for you in vain.

 

About the Poet:
Diane Elayne Dees’s poetry has been published in many journals and anthologies. Diane is a psychotherapist in Louisiana. She also publishes the blog, Women Who Serve, which provides commentary on women’s professional tennis worldwide.

 

Photo by Tanja-Denise Schantz.

Poetry Breakfast accepts submissions of poetry and poetry related creative non-fiction year-round.  See our Submission Guidelines page for details on submitting your work.

Start your morning with a nourishing poem.  Follow us on  Twitter, Facebook, and  Tumblr,  and enjoy a new poem every morning straight to your feed.

For Jill Clayburgh, In Memoriam By Diane Elayne Dees

For Jill Clayburgh, In Memoriam
By Diane Elayne Dees

The image we will always remember:
You, swirling and spinning
throught the streets of New York,
becoming the blue and yellow and orange.
You looked excited, not afraid, not caring
that strangers gawked at you. You learned
to move with the wind, to stay grounded
while fate turned you round and round.
At one with the blue and yellow and orange,
at one with the streak of fiery red,
standing straight and filled with awe,
you let yourself be carried by art, by wind.

Diane Elayne Dees’s poetry has been published in many journals and anthologies. Diane lives in Louisiana. She publishes Women Who Serve, a blog about women’s professional tennis.

The Grief of Atalanta By Diane Elayne Dees

The Grief of Atalanta
(For Kris N.)
By Diane Elayne Dees

Daughter of hunters,
Atalanta knows survival.
Daughter of bears,
Atalanta knows hibernation.
Daughter of man and woman,
Atalanta knows expectations.
Sister of many,
Atlanta knows abandonment.

Born to run, raised to fight,
Atalanta longs for winter,
a time to flee the race, the hunt,
even the golden apples.
She must make her own winter,
find her own cave, even in
the middle of the race.

The warrior always feels alone,
for those for whom she fights
stay far behind, not aware
that there is a war, much less
that they are losing it.

Diane Elayne Dees’s poetry has been published in many journals and anthologies. Diane lives in Louisiana. She publishes Women Who Serve, a blog about women’s professional tennis.

The Recital By Diane Elayne Dees

The Recital
By Diane Elayne Dees

You danced on the patio, bending to shadows
sprawled on the lawn by apple trees
gleaming gold in the New England dusk.
The second movement of The New World
Symphony coaxed Duncanesque grace
from your strong legs, and I watched
your lover watch you. Her sadness
covered the orchard like fallen red leaves,
and I had to turn away from my own joy.
The next morning, I strolled down
the deserted Massachusetts highway
and, without benefit of map or directions,
crossed the invisible line into New Hampshire,
not knowing whether I could ever go back.

Diane Elayne Dees’s poetry has been published in many journals and anthologies. Diane lives in Louisiana. She publishes Women Who Serve, a blog about women’s professional tennis.

Wearing Thin By Diane Elayne Dees

Wearing Thin
By Diane Elayne Dees

Endless Contract Negotiations Wearing Thin on Drew Brees
Front page headline, New Orleans Times-Picayune

Endless crime wears thin on residents and tourists.
The man shot dead while holding his baby outside
the Bayou Boogaloo was only twenty-one;
he fell in front of his mother, who will soon enough
be worn from grief and trauma. The paint on abandoned
Ninth Ward houses has worn very thin,
the neighborhood dredged to within an inch
of its life, its foundation unable to absorb
the overflow of rivers of abandonment.
The Saints are hardly martyrs, but are made so
by masses of starving believers. They wait,
with eyes toward heaven, while Drew Brees is worn thin.

Diane Elayne Dees’s poetry has been published in many journals and anthologies. Diane lives in Louisiana. She publishes Women Who Serve, a blog about women’s professional tennis.

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