Monday, July 13, 2009

Feature: Dianne Borsenik Day 2

Heartland

moving through this desert night
footsteps fading ghostly white
in the drifting history
language of the heart's debris

wandering soul
searching heartland's
pale geography for home
but I find no welcome here
no, I find no welcome here

no one speaks it any more
no translations to explore
heartland's poetry is dead
now I read these ruins instead

wandering soul
listening for a voice
to call this poor child home
but I find no welcome here
no, I find no welcome here

still I hope for heaven's hand
guidance in this blighted land
will an angel lead the way
a l'amour et le soleil

wandering soul
searching heartland's
pale geography for home
but I find no welcome here
no, I find no welcome here

© Dianne Borsenik

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Question for the Author:

When did you first have an interest in Poetry?

Dianne:

I can't remember a time when poetry wasn't a part of my life. I was lucky to have parents that thought books were important, although they didn't read them too often themselves. They bought pretty much all the books I wanted and read them to me; I guess all those nursery rhymes I heard at such a tender age stirred up the poetry molecules in my brain-- my mother said I wrote my first poem at the age of four. I also started reading at the age of four, and I clearly remember yearning to read more poetry, regular poetry, not just nursery rhymes and jingles. Edgar Allen Poe, Sara Teasdale, Lord Byron, Shakespeare were all childhood friends. Poetry is the medium through which I filter and express everything I think, everything I feel, everything I experience. I've written poetry all my life, and find that it evolves as I learn new things. And I learn new things every day.

6 comments:

  1. Like this one.. is reads like the lyrics of a song....

    Thanks Dianne.

    ~~ Chris B.

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  2. sorry for the typo... on my comment above... I'm not feeling myself tonight.

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  3. Thank you, Chris. I did indeed write this as a song lyric. I had specific music in mind when I wrote it (alas, I don't write my own music).

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  4. Sometimes I feel like a motherless child, far away from home

    Sweet

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  5. this Earth is not mye home WHO is just passing threw <)^~~~ THnzx YOU Mye Lady :D

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  6. I really like this piece. It's very lyrical and the repetition is very effective

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