Thursday, January 13, 2011

Deena Rose Moore

Deena Rose Moore

She was "Deena the Poet" to me. She had her first poem published in 1979. "Here it is!" she wrote in the margin of my copy of the anthology. "Long time in coming but I feel I have arrived! Deena"

The poem was called "Blind Trust," and as Deena said, here it is:


Thorns of green eyes scratch
The beauty of the woman above
Perched with grace on a wire
Embraced by admiration
Entranced with the beat
Lady trimmed in red
Towering above the crowd
Banked by a canvas enclosure
Darkness is hers alone
Seeing no obstacles in her night
As the band plays on
Each step dependent
On their melodic vision
Only one man below
holds the hand of fate
He lives in a house
Built of silence--
When the music stopped,
She died


Liz Flaherty said...

It's hard to lose a friend. The poem was lovely.

Cheryl said...

It is hard, Liz. And I lost FOUR in 2010. I'm glad you liked Deena's poem.