Poetry ~ The Poet and The Poem

This poem was inspired by the popular writer's idiom, "Murder your darlings" which refers to editing out words, lines, or entire scenes from your poem or manuscript.
i am her darling,
the poem that's died
a thousand deaths
sliced in a whim
as i gasp my last breath
my poet is a murderess,
a ruthless seductress,
killing me, her darling
word by word
piercing melodic prose,
never to be heard
she employs modern warfare:
the dreaded reverse key
and on her worst nights,
she commands: delete all!
it's a massacre!
the blood of my words
wiped away
as she lives to write
and murder another day!
Edited from original post under my pen name Elizabeth Anne Ives.

Poetry ~ Country Roads

I'm riding the waves
of a washboard road
in an old Ford truck
traveling home

toward a wilderness
that fills my soul
on an old homestead
where ghost stories are told

where night skies glitter
with bright silver stars
and coyotes howl
with the strum of guitars

high in the mountains
down an old dirt road
past the aspen grove
is where I call home

Poetry ~ Night

at twilight,
high in my writer's loft
i stand vigil at the window
and watch
as the forest goes black

the big sky,
marbled with dark blue clouds
slides like thin paint on glass
into the forest

night is falling
in the Okanogan Highlands

slowly, but suddenly
the sky and forest merge
into the blackness
that is night

the window
in my writer's loft
is transformed
into a black canvas
awaiting creation