DAWN'S CREATIONS...POETRY COLLECTION

HAPPY YOU FOUND ME
by Dawn R. Siebert-Smith…26 JAN 09

do you know what you do to me when you hold me? when you kiss me? when you speak words of affection? every moment spent with you fills me with anticipation …like a child on a merry-go-round…I breathe with exhilaration

falling into your arms at night is one the greatest pleasures…waking up to you every morning is one of the greatest joys…so close to me I can smell you upon my skin…safe and secure wrapped within your love

life could have taken you in any direction…a different choice, a different day, a different time…I often think of how fate lent a hand and brought us together…you have chosen to walk life’s path with me and for that I am forever grateful

tears of joy fall inside my heart--like spring raindrops quenched by shimmering sunlight…Have I told you lately I’m so very happy you found me










FROZEN IN ONE FRAME
by Dawn R. Siebert-Smith…12 JAN 09

Black and red embroidered strap secure around my neck
Camera dangles like a scarf
Majestically the tree reaches towards the heavens
Fence line creates a primary horizon
My vision narrows
Directed by a tunnel of light
Feet readjust underneath me
Rooted to the concrete ground on the edge of the road
Palm wraps beneath the smoothness of the lens
Hand grips
One finger rests on the button
I hold my breath
CLICK
Serene snapping sound of the shutter
My first black and white image frozen in one frame
Vulnerable with no distractions










THE LITTLEST KING
D.R. Siebert-Smith…20 DEC 08

Back and forth in the wooden rocking chair
You lay peacefully in my arms
I recite stories of King Arthur
Guiding you towards a land of fantasy

In the night hours, I watch you sleep
As tales of a king float through your untainted visions
Your innocent face displays giggles and smiles
Spontaneously revealing the happiness of your dreams

I spend the days watching you grow
You climb atop the highest dirt pile
Wearing your paper crown
Drawing your make shift sword
Your waking dreams resurrect the imaginary dragon

Twelve years ago, you came into my life
I now guide you with assurance towards reality
Your paper crown shines with precious gems
Creating your future kingdom amongst the plains and forests
You prepare to fearlessly search for life’s mysteries

Seems like only yesterday…
…Years pass by so quickly my little king










RESEMBLING LIFE
by D.R. Siebert-Smith...20 OCTOBER 2008

One day, I sit leaning against a solitary tree standing in the middle of a meadow
As my mind lets go, I can feel my body soften
Each breath deeper
Until my flesh and bones mingle with nature
Depths of my mind seeking the purpose in everything that transpires
Grass beneath is my firm foundation
Clouds above provide me with shelter
Warmed by the sun
My branches spread reaching towards the sky
Gentle breeze caresses my leaves
Causing me to bend, but I do not break
A light rain fall quenches my thirst
God’s creatures grace my existence while passing through the field
While some stay longer because branches provide a sanctuary
Time ages me
I grow stronger with each passing year
Yet pieces of me grow weak with age
The horizon of the field furnishes a boundary
Beyond the grassland, I can see time without end
Semi-circle of soft hues fall beyond the scope of land
Beckoning me to discover its end
A path between earth and heaven
…My heart leaps










A BOND SO STRONG
by D.R. Siebert-Smith…8 OCTOBER 2008

I stand at the edge of the paddock
Calling your nameThe echo of my voice touches your ears
You lift your head
Acknowledging my presence, you take one stride in my direction
Held captive by the herd's pecking order
“Come get me” is what your body language insinuates
My thumb compresses the spring on the snap
Metal chilled by the autumn wind beneath my hand
I enter the playground where you spend your days
Frolicking and grazing with your buddies
I traipse through the green grass of the field
Kicking tall clover with my boots
You lift your head occasionally
Anticipating my arrival
You sneak a few more mouthfuls of grass
At the far end of the field
I am bound by your chestnut coat draped in navy blue
Upon arrival, you distract me with your pleased to see you greeting
Rubbing your head up and down my thigh
Human presence unshackles you from the alpha chain
You are entertained by the scent of the hidden nugget deep in my pocket
Inexplicably producing a chunk of the carrot in the palm of my hand
Your warm breath makes the orange glow disappear
Accepting my guidance
You trot beside me keeping with my long strides
As your playmates gallop past us
Respectfully, you stay by my side
Your muzzle nudges me with playful reassurance
Resonance of pounding hooves seize at the top of the field
Four geldings step aside
Bidding a farewell
We leave behind Mother Nature’s pasture










UNCHAPERONED
by D.R. Siebert…14 SEPTEMBER 2008

Listen
It’s quiet
Can you hear the quiet?
Oh, what a marvelous sound
I am alone
All by myself

Oh no, a black and white furry four legged creature
Okay, so I am almost alone
She doesn’t have the speaking talent of the Bush’s baked bean dog
Seven hours of quiet with the occasional doggie bathroom turnout…Not bad
White cotton athletic socks help me slide down the hallway
My big finale with my air guitar assures me a role in the next Cocktail movie

...Unchaperoned and stuck in the house doing chores

I know, I need a little music to tidy up the house
Turn knob to right
Stereo volume escalates
No classical for me this morning
I’m seeking

“She’s like the wind. Just a fool. She’s like the wind.”
The sweeper is my dance partner
I dance around the house
A gentle breeze blows through the windows
Lifting me off my feet

“LETS GET IT ON. LETS GET IT ON.”
The broom is my microphone
I sing loud like there is an audience of thousands
Open windows are larger than life speakers
I entertain the neighbors with my serenading

“She is at the three point line. SWOOSH. She scores. All net.”
Sorting laundry has me playing center for the CHICAGO BULLS
A white plastic basket positioned on each side of the bedroom
I roll clothes into a ball
BOB. WEAVE. Pretending to dribble the crumpled up t-shirt

“I feel good. I knew that I would now. So good. So good. I got you.”
A 20 minute shower complete with shampoo molded hair
The towel directs my wiggle one way and my jiggle the other way
I flex my muscles in the mirror
And I gargle with Listerine to the tune MY WAY

A cup of coffee accompanied by the latest issue of Shape
Relishing in my last moments of quiet
Waiting for the screech of school bus tires
…2:47 pm
My world is being invaded
By pre-pubescent chattering angels

…Until tomorrow










QUIET CHAOS...
by D.R. Siebert...30 August 2008

some days
my existence is caressed by an austere shadow
daily demands
suppress the spirit’s inner light
lack of time
conquers self-determination

maternal missions never brought to an end
children spew “I want it now”
professions of six harvested into one individual

kitchen sink requires repair
artless in a handyman’s trade
steadfast solution of a bucket affords a remedy

academic obligations demand attention
mental exhaustion tests intellectual boundaries
essential slumber taunted by late hours

I escape
into splendid solitude
I transcend
into the greens and blues of earth’s backdrop










FALLING INTO GRACE…
by D.R. Siebert…30 August 2008

abandoning myself in God’s world
soil beneath my feet cushions my step
wind at my back gently pushes me forward
lack of feeling chased away by the sun’s warmth

placing myself closer to the heavens
I set off on a path leading up a hill
each step draws me nearer to earth’s loving embrace
collecting daisies from mother nature
for daisies ‘don’t tell’
tenderness fills every emotional crevice
nature surrounds me
teaches me, speaks to me, comforts me
euphorically trapped in the moment
nothing is left but a splendid sensation

I stand on the earth’s edge
my entire life before me
opulence of nature
reminds me of my treasures
what I could not see before is clear now
my life’s blessing manifest
as I watch clouds take shape
my tranquil soul spreads its wings
and joins the birds in flight
I am immersed in gentleness
moist stalks nestled in my hand
nature's purity saturates me
I pluck the petals from a daisy
and dance with Belides

rewarded by rapture as I fall into grace










AN HOUR AFTER SUNRISE…
by D.R. Siebert…22 July 2008

5:30 a.m.

I am mindful of the stove’s digital digits.
I am urged by time to start my day.

Reluctant,
I cradle my semi-warm cup of coffee.

"If I sit here a little longer, I will see the sunrise at 6:07."

Proverbial monotony of daily life swirls through my mind…

the family border collie leaps for her ball...
Dishes piled in the sink from last night’s pizza take-out
Yesterday’s laundry remains a monument in the white plastic laundry basket
...A cotton ball of hair whisks by my feet

My languid body lingers…

I see myself an hour after sunrise.
Completed tasks…

I see myself imprisoned by life’s schedule.
Perpetual tasks…

Tan liquid rolls over my tongue.
Whiff of coffee loiters in my olfactory senses.
The orange hue of daybreak washes over me.

I pour the last cup of coffee.
My coffee pot is empty










SEVENTH HEAVEN
by D.R. Siebert...27 MAY 2008

trunk lines compose a connection
tender spoken sentiments
expressions gently exchanged

infatuation escalates
infusing flirtatious innuendos
anticipation heightens

minutes pass
persistent ardor between two
hours elapse
torturous yearning to feel your warmth

hesitation in farewell

softly whispered “goodbyes”

eagerness deepens for another time
your soothing voice pacifies my mind

consumed by you

orange and red hues
stretch across the heavens
cast of the morning’s horizon
two worlds melting into a visual boundary
thread separating fantasy and reality

newness of day impels night’s obscurity
coolness of linens against my body
bed quilts validate a corporeal haven
spirit raises towards the day’s new light to meet you

a wakeful state
savoring the essence of you

teetering between two realms

close my eyes
dreaming of us

…falling into each others arms










AUSPICIOUS
by D.R. Siebert...22 May 2008

Gesture from a coffee pot
Slippers shuffle
Morning set in motion

Electronic notebook
Miles apart
Minds and hearts embrace

Thoughts shared
Playful banter…deep desires
Sweet sentiments exchanged

Oxymoronic play of fate
Dreaming…yearning
Divine intervention of chance

Eyes meet soothing words
Reminiscence of a voice
Impassioned building block

Affection escalates
Curiosity of intuition
Every thought entices pleasure

You’ve Got Mail…










INNER CHILD
by D.R. Siebert…16 MAY 2008

Park bench rigid beneath my soft body
Besieged by the clamor of the amusement park
Piercing cries…Thunderous noise
Revisiting days of my youth
I sit and watch the world go by


A red coat bounces through the crowd
Half deflated balloon hovering the ground
A small baseball cap pulled down over his eyes
Blinders on a horse in a parade
Incorruptibility stops the hands of time


Shrill screams
Flutter to the heavens surrounding him
The whoosh from the roller coasters above him
Circles him like a halo
Nothing exists…only his world


Preoccupied guardian's presence near
Ice cream in his left hand
Giving attention to a simple pleasure
His right foot finds a fishbowl size puddle
Awkward pauses give way to skillful adolescent maneuvers


Vanilla ice cream coats the flesh of his tongue
Sweetness trickles down my throat
Miniature red tennis shoe disturbs the still water
The wetness beneath my feet prompts a giggle of delight
Lick…Splash…Lick…Splash


Joyfulness overcomes my spiritual being
Sharing in the innocence of a child for a brief moment
The strident ambiance around me simple fades away
The bench softens beneath me
Nothing exists…only my world










MASTER OF CHESS
by D.R. Siebert…27 April 2008

Cemetery tomb stones littered like chess pieces
Sixty-four squares…black king, white queen, black knight, white bishop

Poe’s surrealism captures me
A dream within a dream

Sacrifices lead to a perceptible gain
Tactics remain in the core of expertise

Emerson’s words transcend my divine soul
I will walk on my own two feet

Few pieces remain on the board
Pawns become imperative towards the endgame

Descartes’’ philosophy seeps into my thoughts
Sensations of the soul strengthened by the spirit

...CHECKMATE










TO FEEL ALIVE
by D.R. Siebert…16 March 2008

paint brush swirls in an elliptical motion
mélange of wind, fire, earth and water
decorum of psychedelic hues

feeling the bare earth beneath my feet
sun radiates warm on my face

vividness of yellow tinges red
pigments of green create an emaciated ribbon
palette of colors united together

breath of air fills my lungs
unspoiled scent tickles my nose

saturation of primary colors dancing
tints blend to a silent waltz
pristine secondary colors emerge beneath each stroke

images of landscapes fill my daydreams
the world outside my window captured in a commotion of color
giving life to a civilization ensnared within four walls

yellow daffodils and lavender asylum lace the green grass
small vibrant buds grace the tips of the trees
nature’s brilliant illumination conveyed in a painting

…I feel alive










REAL MEANING
by D.R. Siebert…2 March 2008


Morning greets me
A soft kiss from a lover
Awakening my sentiment

Melancholy shadows obstruct my view
The sky a murky gray
Colorless photo outside my window

Gradually mixed hues of orange and red
Create a frame for my snapshot
Giving energy to the darkness

Back drop of a pastel blue
A pallid sliver of moon flickers
Obstinate nocturnal existence grows faint

My aperture focusing on the morning's radiance
Brings authenticity to visions of slumber
Enticing me to delight in my thoughts

Clouds tinted with shades of lavender
Luminosity peeks over the horizon
My vision blinded by brilliance

Fortitude of essence inaugurated into existence…










FINISHING TOUCH
by D.R. Siebert….19 January 2008


One little heart filled with affection
Form, Under glaze, Reform
Weeks pass with anticipation
Paint, Glaze, Bake
A vision completed
Wrapped in crumpled white tissue
An offering crafted from a labor of love

Gleaming scarlet interior
Contained within an ebony gloss
Paint merges as ties that bind
Perfect hues of blue and tan
Encircle the rim
Shades of color bleeding elegantly together
Two surfaces unite

Warped from top to bottom
Distorted from bottom to top
Each curve pressed by little fingers
Each twist molded by little hands
Front side lower than the back
Back side lower than the front
Bulky handle protrudes from the side

Filled with coffee
Hands snuggly wrap around the luster
Proudly displayed for all to see
Flawless adolescent workmanship
Unspoiled by industry
Precious gift to be cherished
A tangible object donated to treasured memories

An engraving with expert precision…Zach 07










TIMELESS WHIMSY
by D.R. Siebert…12 January 2008


Wakeful nights tempt exhaustion
Distorting cognitive ability
Time piece provides information
Day begins… Nine O'clock
Minutes become hours
Chunks of hours elapse
Day ends…Half past nine
An entire day condensed into thirty minutes
Mischief of a time piece fairy
Swindling the perception of reality
The day begins…Half past nine
A character in a Kurt Vonnegut novel
Unstuck in time
Physically moving from episode to episode
The day ends…Quarter past ten
An entire day condensed into forty five minutes
Dancing, strolling, scampering through moments of time
Delusion twisting itself into falsehoods of reality

I realize…
…Only my time piece has stopped










OCEAN OF POSSIBILITIES
by D.R. Siebert…30 December 2007


Searching the filing cabinets of subconscious
Memories cataloged in random alphabetical order
Self-awareness introduces itself to existence
Perception wedged between reality and fantasy

F is for feather
Imagination begins to soar from the abyss of the Corpus Callosum

H is for horizon
Connotation of a new beginning regarding an undiscovered conception

A blank page staring at me
Mouth to mouth
Forcing air into an unconscious core
Fusion of warm saliva
Passive exhalations
Seconds go by

"Breathe, damn it"










TAKEN IN
by D.R. Siebert...5 September 2007


Laying on the firm softness of the grass

Intently gazing at the night sky

Crickets' melody consume the silence

Absorbing the knowledge from the blackboard

Answers to unasked questions

Historical apparitions in the vast blackness

Legends transpire into sacred constellations

Youth carried away by an eagle

Seduction arises as beauty transforms into a swan

Relics lost in ancient times reborn in a colt

Soul drifting from the body

A hovering entity walking beside Zeus

Night angels capture wishes

Glimmer of brilliance imitates expectations

An epitaph for time without end

Embracing the hours of darkness

Millions of flickering illuminations absorb the anonymity

Ptolemy's vision brings pleasure in heavenly bodies

Silhouette of the morning star in waiting

Implements a tomorrow wrapped in glittery foils secured within a chocolate box










SENTIMENT OF DESPERATION
by D.R. Siebert…22 August 2007


Butterfly wings tickle my ribcage
Sensation of scarlet liquid pulsates
Deafening voices whisper inside my delusions

Kindled rage
Calmed by a serene glimpse of fate
Echoes of hope offer a conclusion

Shattered dreams dissolve as I turn the page
Relinquish pain in a perplexed state
Abandon extrinsic wounds of confusion

Matrix of emotion consumes my entire being
Floating listlessly above the havoc
Renew my faith

Comfort in the unexplained
Around the corner eloquent visions
Become familiar once again

Yesterday a shadow and tomorrows yet to be