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The Poetry of Leann Marshall
About The Author:
Born in Springfield, Missouri, and having had a father in the
Communications industry, Leann moved a few times so that
she grew up in St. Louis, Nashville, and ended up in Charlotte,
NC where she has lived for many years. She has always loved
to write. "In elementary school my friends and I would make
little 'books' out of squares of notebook paper stapled together
and write stories in them, sometimes illustrating them, too."
She says it seems like when she's in a group of people, she has
always been the one quietly observing everything going on
instead of planting herself in the center of things. "Not that
I'm anti social--I'm not--it's just the way I am. And actually
it's been invaluable to me as a writer to fall back on these
observations of people and places and things through the
years. Many writers are thoughtful observers--they'll tell you
so." Here are a few of her favorite poems. Enjoy
HOPE
IMAGININGS
IN THE SHADOW OF THE CROSS
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"In The Shadow of the Cross"

                                   Sun-dazed
                                   Dust-choked
                                   air
                                   Shadows
                                   darken
                                   rocky ground;
                                   All eyes
                                   upward
                                   to see
                                   the face
                                   above them
Features drawn    Agony    Spikes through flesh and bone and blood spills
down, down  Turns the baked soil red amid their feet  yet they do not see       
                                   From within
                                   the long
                                   shadows
                                   Cast upon
                                   rocky ground
                                   Even now
                                   We hold
                                   this image
                                   In our minds
                                   For time
                                   invents no
                                   change
                                   The soil at
                                   our feet
                                   Still red
                                   The crowd
                                   Gazes upward
                                   To see the
                                   Face
                                   still restless
                                   Cursing
                                   Crying
                                   from the darkness
                                   To be forgiven
                                   Like the thief
                                   To find the way
                                   Have faith
                                   To do what’s right
                                   To step from the shadows
                                   And into His Light

                                   © by Leann Marshall
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     "Imaginings"

       I lie upon the dormant ground
       Look up
       To watch a lonely falcon rise
       Upon a draft
       On silent outstretched wings
       Up to the moon
       It spirals round and round again
       And soon
       My harried consciousness grows wheels
       Conjuring up a chariot
       It tucks my racing heart inside
       Then borne up by the Darkness,
       (Now a fleet and winged steed)
       We all at once take flight
       Through swirling mists of night
       Where shadowed fields of heaven lie
       Then on o'er unknown hills
       Brushed silver by the moon
       Forgotten lands
       Where unused dreams lie strewn
       Above where any bird can fly
       Beyond where secrets never die
       Where dragons rage with fiery cry
       And fairies sing their lullabies
       Where words hold nothing to the wise
       And faith is yet the greatest prize
       Appearing real before my eyes
       So filled with life and love and fight
       Makes promises to never stop
      (Unless should I- from some imagined dread or fright-
       Pull back on shuddering reins
       With all my might)
       But~
       Here so near
       Unto the stars
       Suffused within peculiar light
       My eyes grown wide
       With awe’s delight
       And naught but
       Possibilities in sight
       In liberation, Psyche’s voice
       Makes clear the way
       To make my choice
       And so give I free rein instead
       Let illusion have its head
       Letting go with childlike awe
       To slip the bonds of earthly law
       To fling my spirit through the air
       To feel the cosmos in my hair
       And make a vow above all things
       To celebrate imaginings

                                              © by Leann Marshall
[This verse was written as a poetic introduction included inside my upcoming novel,
                    “The Rendering”  http://www.leannmarshall.com/]                           

           "Hope"

            Regrets that run so deeply
            Our vanity of fears
            Lie jumbled in reflections
            As in a house of mirrors

            Where hope is not a lightning bolt
            That lights up all the night
            But plays amongst the shadows
           ’Till held captive in the light

                                           © by Leann Marshall