Poetry by Debbie Carrier

My heart is now a meteor By Debbie Carrier

My heart is now a Meteor Launched into the volition of a nights sky Like a rainbow painted across a sunset desert, after rain Wearing tube socks It’s departure unannounced It’s freedom banner waving, in its sailing It jetties across the blowing clouds The starlit backdrop The even angel voices say It’s a miracle. I can never repay her for what she did.

For now, this heart’s on fire Stirring up the dust No ordinary Bo-stone No ordinary earth element Heated in the fires Of perfection Of keeping it between the lines Of balance On a high beam Like Evel Knievel soaring high above the Grand Canyon on his super speedy motorbike Flat out flying Like a meteor in perpetual orbit Around a glowing summer moon Fall will come and dust out the corners Winter will eventually return with snow so Deep and high; and lonely And miles apart I’ll wish I’ll wish As angel voices say

I cannot repay her, for what she did. She was selfless. She taught me to remember to be selfless. And I can never repay her! She single-handedly fixed the dent in me with spit and shine: and washed away the rust All with a laugh And glowing eyes and a love for God so deep It made me Cry. And my heart is a meteor; not your average bolide Soaring through the night Unannounced. Like Evel Knievel soaring high above the Grand Canyon on his super speedy Motorbike!

Flat out flying! And I can never repay her!

Marbles By Debbie Carrier

Marbles Multicolored marbles in the night sky Planets tumbling Wishing she could be mine cause all her colors wet with the skin of time Are divine Mysterious and glowing Shining star that I can’t tie ( down) Cause she needs to rise and ride The night sky Like a marble

Remember love says there are many in the sea and as fate would have it Many memories Of those caught and those cast away Never really leaving Only spinning Like marbles Heaven’s curse heavens cure Potentialities in the blender Of amour And someday maybe A walk a hand a stroll a glance I’d take the chance But marbles Like planets in the sky So many shapes and sizes So be wise First there were 13, then only 9 And then 100 discoveries So many fish in the sea 153.

Chapter and Verse By Debbie Carrier

I’m crazy; cause I wonder what your fingers feel like Your fingertips The soft parts of your palm Your lifelines and your creases that are verses and curves And somehow strangely I am included in a bit of The story And I wonder if I was meant to touch them to hold your hand to have fingertips graze Become delighted In the ethereal Accidental, purposeful, bump Of an index or a thumb. I’m romantic! I’d put flowers into them. Breath between the 2nd and the third. Draw music From the space between the lines they create.

I wonder how they feel when they caress the guitar strings like, she! is a woman ! What does she draw out As she carefully moves about Her instrument?

I am crazy; because it makes me feel like a child again Youthful innocence I wasn’t innocent long! But, I return To the place of surrender Of tree climbing Of scaling heights Of hitting notes When I think about How warm your palm is.

And I begin to dream Of Palm reading!

I know there are seasons Always changing.

I don’t know if there will ever come a day But I kinda hope And believe For change.

A new start A good start That might include fingers Touching.

I am soft like the clam in a shell whose Shell Had been closed tight for Too long.

Is it wrong to dream of the ocean?

It’s waves of love Surrounding. It’s energy Taming. It’s mermaid coming alive. The sirens song That comes soft Gentle Tender Delicate.

I am crazy, cause I wonder what your fingertips feel like Reading me Page by page Chapter and verse Connecting freckles

What can she draw out, Connecting freckles?

Debbie Carrier is a Southern-born poet, who now resides in Malvern, PA. Northeastern PA has been her home for the past 10 years. She goes by the pen name 'Deep Blue River', and performs her spoken-word art at Steel City Coffee House in Phoenixville, PA in conjunction with Affinity CoLab open mic dates. She has previously been published in High School and College publications, and was recognized with a Third Place award, for a Short Story about her Grandmother, at The Dallas Women's Museum in Dallas, TX.