Who can stand it—
this uncertain bond?
Shall it be
swallowed by
the great blue mouth of sea?
Great Blue—poem
The Great Death—poem
I stood at the back of the funeral room.
Very still.
Black dress. Black coat.
It’s cold.
Purposely alone.
Ears closed.
Not wanting to hear
the tirade of sweet lies.
One Day the World Stopped—poem
One day the world stopped
because of the thing.
We knew it was there
and knew it was dangerous
because, you know,
it left bodies in the dirt.
We all stayed in—
couldn’t touch,
shouldn’t meet,
mustn’t dance.
God forbid
we kiss.
Fall in Love with a Flower—poem
Fall in love,
fall in love.
How easy it is
to fall in love with a flower.
Take it,
take it.
Fragile thing.
Absolute power.
Vicious—poem
Play your cards.
Leave no trace.
Pick a time.
Pick a place.
Keep your fire
smouldering low
until you strike
a cruel blow.
Surrender Prayer—poem
I surrender all to you.
I surrender my life to you.
I will do whatever you want.
I will go wherever you want.
I will love whoever you ask me to love.
I will give up all my stupid opinions.
I will give up all my hopeless cravings.
I release my broken dreams.
I forfeit my planned futures.
I am at your mercy.
I will think no thought
or proceed with any action
which does not come from you
because You love me.
Strange Words—poem
There you are.
Standing right here.
I miss you.
Standing here,
talking strange words.
I miss you.
Strange words,
telling me plans.
I miss you.
You speak of dreams
and dream of things
that go a million ways.
There you are.
But where is you?
The you, I know you are.
Today I Will Be Happy—poem
Today, I will be happy.
Today, I will look up.
I will see the sunshine, the rain, the sky.
Vast. Giving. Forgiving.
Today, I will be happy.
Today, I will see.
I will see you. You who changes clothes,
changes colour, changes history, and changes destiny.
The Idol Maker—poem
I do not know who
is the maker of the idol
but there it was, alive and well,
this thing I so desired.
A little time, a little more,
the idol was not so sweet.
It showed its wear, its shine was dull,
this thing I so admired.
Love Unashamed—poem
I am all alone.
Who will love me? Who will care?
All my efforts have come to naught.
Abandoned, forgotten, friendless.
Yet, all along, my friend, he walks.
He talks to me in tender ways.
He tells me that I have missed
the love that is especially mine.
Donna Goddard 
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