Tag: National Poetry Month

Defenseless Creature

by Kerry Van Dorn | akervand, posted in Original Work, Poetry

But I am a very defenseless creature (because I was a very timid, lost, defenseless child).

— Rilke

Many years removed and yet

It is as though it was just yesterday.

The child may grow up, but

Locked deep inside a fortress

Hidden away from the world today

The child lives looking outward

Observing the life his other half lives.

Somedays, this other half,

Whether through rushed hurriedness,

Or a deep desire for masochism

Leaves the fortress, unlocked, unguarded.

The child freed from his prison

If only for a few days, has full reign.

The other half, no longer in control.

Once again is transported, stuck

In that old, familiar state.

Alone, in a world, he does not

Cannot understand. Scared

Of what it means to be

Lost, timid and afraid.

The other half is defenseless

To withstand the strength

Of the child’s emotions let loose

With all his might, he steps forth

To grab the child by the hand

And lead him back to the safety of the fortress.

All the while knowing, he’ll get loose once again.

written – 11/7/2017

Forest Tales: Available for Preorder

by Kerry Van Dorn | akervand, posted in Original Work, Poetry

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Embark on a poetic journey in the depths of the Australian wilderness as a woman and activist seeks her true identity. 

These bold verses will challenge your view of nature!

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Embark on a poetic journey in the depths of the Australian wilderness as a woman and activist seeks her true identity.

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Lock yourself away

by Kerry Van Dorn | akervand, posted in Original Work, Poetry

Lock yourself away in a room
For a day, a week, or even two.
Would you exit just the same you came,
Or find yourself someone new?

written – 7/28/2017

Midnight Creature

by Kerry Van Dorn | akervand, posted in Original Work, Poetry

Midnight creature, lost and alone

All it wants is to find its way home

Never realizing away it has been thrown

written – 2/28/2018

Mind’s Eye

by Kerry Van Dorn | akervand, posted in Original Work, Poetry

When I was a child, I never thought I’d reach twenty-five,
I’d just never felt all that alive.
When I reached the age I’d never thought so,
I will admit for a while – it was touch and go.

Now that age I’ve moved beyond,
To life I’ve grown attached, grown fond.
But sometimes in the deep dark of night,
It can be hard to see the light.

The child once more takes hold,
And I feel like I’ll never know what it’s like to be old.
To be sure, I must admit I don’t want to die,
But, my old self, I’ve never seen in my mind’s eye.