Sensual and mysterious, calming and yet at times disturbing, "Immortality Lives..." embraces antiquity while quickly forging into the future...
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Dena L. Moore's poetry rides a crescendo of emotion, capturing humanity full scale. From the blackest pits of desperation to the loftiest of spiritual realms, she goes where many fear to tread.
See samples from this work at
Dena's Poetry: Poetry of Love, Loss, and the Occult
From "Heaven, Revoked":
All I have left
Are these fantasies and sighs,
A bit of silver,
Little white lies, and a mind full of hope
That hinges on every non-descript message.
I try to walk away,
I try to banish you from my thoughts;
In my dreams you return,
A dismal specter in mourning--
Haunted by desires, by needs and intensity.
You deny us both...
From "Always to Dust":
Behind the closed door,
The bones rattle in rhythm with
My beating heart, a thick lump in my
Chest that expands with every sigh.
To dust, always to dust, I tell myself in the dark
Always to dust...and I wait, always aware
That the bones are there, so close, just beyond the door...