DEDICATION
In loving memory of Donna Ketelsen.
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Untitled One
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Every now and again
when I forget who I am
when life’s tasks and trials
cause me to run circles
‘round the block
and in my mind
I recall that I was told
once not so long ago
that I have poetic eyes.
And I remember
that in my chest
beats a poet’s heart.
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Untitled Two
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I’m a poetic fool
Destined to place myself
on the outskirts of society
By showing what’s inside of me
Hidden in my heart
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I bare my soul
and wait for the critics
to scoff and mock me
To roll and rock me
for feeling so much
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But I can’t feel less
I know it’s daunting
I can’t feel less
Than what’s inside
So I sit here alone
Always hoping, wanting
For the words to be given
A second life
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Untitled Three
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Live with dignity
Grow with grace
The lessons learned
Hide behind the face
That smiles in spite
Of all the lies
The pain that shines
Through poetic eyes
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—Donna Ketelsen