Poems from Dove of the Cove
Here are a few poems from Dove of the Cove, an e-book by Catherine Cox and
Jennifer Evans. You are invited to purchase the work for $5.00. Email us at path2@pathpublishing.com.
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Poems from Dove of the Cove
Swan
Simple swan
Long slender neck
Turquoise blue
Body at rest
Pearls for feathers
A golden eagle’s glare
Mesmerizing gaze
Felt everywhere
Creator’s sanity
Easily shown,
She sits on the pond
Vanity gone.
Sunrise
Brightly colored bouquet,
Rainbow colors array,
Sunrise: beautiful day,
Too soon: starlit night sky,
Nature’s kaleidoscope bouquet.
Vanishing Ballerina
I have seen love, her mystery prevailed
Her enigma, the way she dances on the floor
Titillating sensations ever more.
Heartbeat palpitating to a musical beat,
Her eyes never meet her lover’s glance;
Her silent words to my heart,
Stated with utmost grace.
Her timing, as a story she creates,
The lace and satin seen on the stage,
Her legs rising with skilled speed
As her counterpart lifts her into the air;
As I watch her spin and twirl,
My heart states words that my mind ignores,
My heart belongs to her evermore.
Roses
A simple rose petal
That the rain has stained ―
Water trickling down
Her thorny mane,
Her petals shown with simplistic delight.
Oh, such fragile beauty
Sleeping through the night;
At dawn she begins
To open; first sight of sunlight,
Beauty grows among
Thistles and thorns,
Prickling sensations.
Her armor warns others
To tend to her every need;
With delicate delight,
Be fragile when pruning.
Touch her vibrant beauty
Ever so light.
Single Mother
As she wipes my tears away
My fears begin to fade.
Any triumphs are simply seen
On the shelf, like gold gleams.
I count the days when the bell will ring
And he will come in,
Holding a glove and a ball in hand,
Fixing the wrongs into rights.
Tell me he loves me,
Accepts me into his world
Where pride prevails,
Yet where frowns may transform to smiles again,
Where football games are watched,
We knowing all is well again.
Into a world of black and white,
Where hazy grays are not seen:
To see my mother simply smile again.
Father
Father,
Why did you desert me?
Every time I called,
You were nowhere
To be seen.
Taking trips
While I suffered.
Going out,
Growing into a woman,
Through in and out.
First dates
Came and went,
Parties and dances too.
Driving lessons,
Paid for
By we both know who.
Tears and shouts,
Both wept,
Fragmented parts of me
Went astray.
You avoiding me
Like a human ashtray.
Me watching mom
Work herself to the bone
While you treasured
All that you own.
Moments of freedom
That you and she shared.
Coming and going,
Anytime,
Anywhere.
Shards of life,
Fragmented self,
Usually last,
And going without.
She whom you loved,
Simply stole
Both your heart and attention,
So I’ve been told.
As you not only left me,
But gave up my rearing,
To whom we both know.
Mother so strong,
Utilizing every single tool,
Parenting one for two,
A simple rule,
That should’ve included you.
Balancing Act
The line has been drawn to see
The swiftness of grace,
As emotion pushes the human race
Where instinct clashes with logic.
With these two worlds
Comes the burden of stability,
Where facets are shared.
An unlikely candidness is spared
In the hellish realm,
That He Who created me, allows purgatory,
Where gray is the color of everyday,
Where analyzations are simply made
To reason that contains no logic.
Only the sliding emotion of basic instinct itself.
Eden
Enslave me, Eden.
Make me a servant
of your will.
Captivating beauty
in my mind.
Oh, so still.
Majestic glory,
Biblical grace;
Troubles and fears
Easily erased.
Old Woman
Have you ever seen the cold look in her eyes!
Her thoughts unseen to the naked eye,
The morning glory
As remembered moments in time
Vividly race by.
The laughter seen in a stylish grin,
The cunningness that prevails from within,
The trials and tribulations explained on her face
As the wrinkles of time state a rivaled race.
A race with life, of great joy and great pain,
The joy now, not so clearly explained.
Dove
Soft dove,
fly to me.
Sent from above,
set me free.
Free to be creative,
Any which way.
Open mindfulness,
Just one single glimpse
Of you, oh little dove,
Every single day.
About the Poets
Catherine Cox
Cathy Cox was born and has lived in Rochester, New York, her entire life. She is currently doing legal work and would like to travel to Africa someday. She has co-authored this book with her friend and poet, Jenny Evans, and plans to weave more writing into her life in the near future.
Jennifer Evans
Born in Rochester, New York in 1975 and raised in Florida, Jenny is a poet who is beginning her journey to become an accomplished author. She lives in an historical section of Rochester, New York, and is looking forward to returning to college to complete her degree in literature. She enjoys poetry, music, writing, cooking, traveling (has been to Europe and the Middle East), watching movies, exercising, and hanging out with her friends.
We hope you enjoyed the poems from Dove of the Cove. To purchase the 50-page e-book for $5.00, email us at path2@pathpublishing.com.
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