I know it’s been a while since I write a blog about me.  And in some senses, all of the blogs here are about me.  But what I meant was, it has been a while since I have written an autobiographical blog.  For those of you who are following, you know that I am in the midst of the week with my daughter.  And I haven’t been able to write nearly as much as I would like.  My daughter has given me some great ideas about what I should be blogging about.  I am looking forward to sharing those with you very soon.  In the meantime, I didn’t want to leave you without some pleasant thoughts for your week.  But poetry is always an inspiration to me, and I figured I would share some of my poetry with you.  Maybe it will inspire you for the rest of your week.

I have posted some poetry in the past, including ones of my very recent creation. (An Ode to Daylight Savings Time).  But I figured I would give you some different poems today that you can think through.  I think the thing I love about poetry is that it hits different people, in different ways, during different times.  I will talk to five different people and each of them will like a different poem.  That is the beauty of poetry, that it affects us all differently.  Poetry inspires.  It challenges.  And it reaches the very depths of our souls.  I hope I can do a little of that.

So without further ado, and before I drone on here forever, I am presenting to you Poetry By David.

Poetry By David

Frosty Windows

Tracing patterns on the frosty windows
With fingers outlining my shadowed heart.
You reached and shot me with your finger bow.
You reached up and tore my whole world apart.
The early morning sun became your smile.
I got lost in your morning starry eyes;
The tingle of my skin your touch did dial.
My Saturn heart echoed my body’s sighs.
Encompassed I looked at my shadowed heart
That the noonday sun came to melt away.
I looked at the magic mist come apart
And the dreams were lost I had come to say.
But you went to the place on the window
And your sweet breath brought life to my hearts flow.


A Love Broken

Teardrops run along the window sills
Of your heart. Wandering minstrels play
Discordant notes clash, until it fills
The chamber of your mind with clamor.
Listless and lonely words cannot break
A deafening silence of a love
Not received. Calmly, words brown and bleak
Mesh with luminescent vocal tones.
Along, at last, a mad musician,
Playing puzzled notes of tender care,
Relishes your parts outward fashion
Amidst the delicate broken dreams.
Can’t you feel pale tunes fill with color
Grayish skies? Don’t you see autumnal
Dances whispering soft, kind, tailor-
Made words that can soothe your inner being?
Poor, poor, mad musician tinkering
With love’s follies, unaware of storms
Ready to engulf his whispering
Heart in your passion for pallid forms.




I walk into a room with one hundred
Excited souls there, yet mine is alone.
In constant spinning, words are spun by dreams
Into stars, diving, crashing into earth.
Living my life between the ellipses
Eternal gaps; I’m sitting in the dark.
Experiencing the cacophony
In silence, my mind cannot hear the words.
I revel now in my deep solitudes’
Black Abyss, my heart’s afraid of the light.
Down Alice’s magic hole I tumble
Ever deeper, no potion for relief.
But with you in hand I know tomorrow,
Illumination, I have life again.


I hope you were able to enjoy and appreciate the poetry. Let me know which poems inspired or moved you the most.  I would love to hear some of your own great work.  And as always, if you loved my poems or anything inspired you, follow my blog.  Be a part of the discussion.  And check out my Twitter, Pinterest, and Instagram feeds as well.


Until next time, this is me signing off.

David Elliott, Single Dad’s Guide to Life