Carol's Poetry Final

When it came time for me to present my poerty for my creative writing II class, the majority of student had already left for their next class. So I didn't get the feedback that I would have liked on my poems. If you'd like to read them and give me an honest opinion, I'd welcome your comments.

Here goes...

Out of the Mist

    By Carol A. Malone

He stands beyond my reach in mist,

       prison bar gray

Ashen clouds swirl around feet mired

                  in granite clay

Iron smoke holds quick to mistakes

        of the past

Dark dew on demon’s cords

                  bind hands fast

Buried deep in silvered sands
        of blood’s addiction

Cannot see clearly, cannot reach

                   out for him

No ability to see through
       dependency’s mire

Through murky bogs craving
                 dopamine’s fire

Weary of the future,
         afraid to succeed,

Unable to quit,
                habit’s lips must feed

He drinks despair,
          smokes desperation

Until the law says no more,
                make reparation


Lift eyes from shadowed
         vapor’s eclipse

Move through veiled fog
                  from drug’s claws slip

Reach . . . reach up through
        tattered charcoal gray

Begin hands to trust,
                knees bend to say

I’ve overcome, conquered,
       thrown off the shroud

Transcended the past,
                the addictive crowd

Someone out there,
        stands beyond the mist

Thrown out ropes
                gave one last assist.

Pulled to higher ground
        freedom mine at last

Forgive thyself,
                 forget the past

Off with the metal gray
        shackles thrown

Out of dirty misty haze,
                   he emerges  - reborn.



Peppermint Twist
  by Carol A. Malone

You swept into my life

                      cotton candy on a stick

A gumdrop glance from

                    chocolate cream eyes

Cherry kisses from

                       red hot lips

Left me craving

                        like a wide-eyed child

Face pressed to sugared glass

                     sour-ball sucker in my mouth.

When the day your love

                     took a peppermint twist

Now all your sweet words,

           give me a stomach ache.

The Nut- A Haiku 

by Carol A. Malone

   

When you look at me
            you see the shell of a nut.
Do you see the meat?

Don't Hate Me

    by Carol A. Malone

Don't hate me because my view
                         is different from you


The world tells women to be liberal
                      feminists
                      rationalist
                      abortionist

The world says kids are unviable
                      unwanted
                      unplanned
                      aborted

Women see men as the enemy
                     dictator
                     dominator
                     abuser

The world views me as adversary
                     fascist
                     moralist
                     religionist

I perceive children as desirable
                    Planned
                   Wanted
                    Loved

I view women as strong, immovable

                  daughter

                  wife/lover

                  mother

I see men as counterpart

                 Provider

                 Protector

                 Partner

I view the world as torn apart

             Sensationalists

               Antagonists

                  Atheists

You’ll hate me because my view

                       is different from you