I’m Not Nobody

Anna Verhaegh

Description

A collection of poems and short stories that will move the reader and inspire upcoming writers. They may not be grammatically correct, but it comes straight from the heart.

Sujets

• Poetry

Informations

• Publié par: Xlibris NZ
• Date de parution: 09 novembre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781664108011
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

Extrait

I’m not Nobody
A collection of Poems and Short Stories
Anna Verhaegh

Copyright © 2022 by Anna Verhaegh.
 
ISBN:
Softcover
978-1-6641-0800-4

eBook
978-1-6641-0801-1
 
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
 
Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Getty Images are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.
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Rev. date: 08/03/2022
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Contents
Going Home
Ashes
An Autumn Touch
Morning Mist
Hands Across
Just a Headache
Cooped Up Inside
Whatever The Cost
The Abandoned Park
Down Up, Up Down
An Ode to The Cross
Doubt and Faith
Prayer of Discernment
Distracted
Alone
Blank Wall
Bold and Beautiful – The Immaculate Conception.
Camp
Death
Blind
Faint…
Frustrations of Writing to Inspire
I Imagine
Inspiration
One Mourner at A Funeral
Pliable and Obstinate have a Conversation with Truth
I’m not Nobody
I’m Insane – Right?!
Spilt Coffee
The Tale of A Dancer
The Abandoned Building
Morning Time
A prayer for troubling times.
Daydreaming
The crossroads Prayer.

For Kasper,
you continue to inspire me all the time and make everyone’s day happy.
Thanks.
Going Home
(The Cortland Review submission 2022)
Birdsong hits the air like chimes on a blustery winter’s evening.
Cattle bellow as if a brass band tuning.
Tiny creatures scurry to warmth and comfort.
Ice crystals form layers of crisp beauty on windows and puddles.
Walking along the ditch I see my breath.
My shadow trailing behind as the sun begins to disappear behind thick rolling hills.
Sloshing between mud and grass, my boots become riddled with debris.
Up the rickety path, a warm glow welcomes me.
Ashes
(Birdport Prize UK / Young Writers Award submission 2022)
Tinder ashes on soften ground, lay rest wrought with sorrow.
Forthwith banished from all eternity, darkened with bitter grief.
Anguished with decay from a life forgone and relinquished comfort.
Silence surrounds the crevasses from within the walls deeply shard.
Pillars of destruction beating down the wary, barking commands of shame.
Woe to you you beastly brute of hades lied deceit.
Tearing flesh born from holy women and cast aside takes death’s lonely hand.
Withering astray, cold and defeated while the mighty glutton spit insult.
Forked tongue slithers relentlessly comforting the afflicted with folly.
Arrayed stripped pyjamas clinging to life once lost fade away.
Pushing and shoving bone on bone, metal on metal.
And slowly, death.
An Autumn Touch
A gentle breeze brushes past golden trees
Warmth and tranquillity finds a place to rest
Water trickles in gutters after a night of celestial tears that washed the streets.
Birds pitter patter on branches and rooftops
Cats they purr outside doors while children watch cars drive by
A mouse scatters behind boxes and shelves – traps awaiting their prey.
Fire glows lightly, radiating heat
A shimmering glow from raindrops on windows
Sunshine hits glass and rainbows land on carpets
Birdsong fills the atmosphere.
Steam rises through the kitchen
The smell of coffee travels through the home
Newspapers unread in letterboxes
An Autumn touch of peace.
Morning Mist
(Proverse Hong Kong - International Proverse Poetry Prize submission 2022)
Brushes against a soft white cloud of feather-down.
A gentle breeze sweeps the room as a blanket floats up and down.
I close my eyes and breathe.
A feather flutters and lands in my hand.
It tickles as I swoosh it away.
A sweet mist of vanilla and cinnamon soothe the senses.
A crisp cool air breezes through an open window as bird-song fills the atmosphere.
A warm-golden ray of delight enters through gaps in the curtains.
It energizes my soul.
A warm aroma of caramel latte travels the house and greets me eagerly.
A sigh of relief, I am happy.
I am home.
Hands Across
Hands Across, Cross and Cast
Turn with my partner and I’ve lost the dance.