LITR 3731: Creative Writing
Student Poetry Submission 2003

Jennifer M. Davis

Stained Glass, Crucified

Glass  
framed – held together
fragile as the soul.

Fragments
solid, yet frail
resembling things of old.

Your light
pierces through me;
through broken glass in fragments.

The pain - your cross,
your bleeding brow
redemption freely flows down…                      

Salvation
erasing my fatal flaws
with purity divine.

Giving
of your perfect self
your brokenness covering my offense.  

My Redeemer
now robed in purple
clothed in glory and majesty.

Unblemished – glowing before me
in fragments you are looking back
offering humanity the greatest gift.

by Jennifer M. Davis

The Foreboding Enemy

(Blank Verse)

Doubting, crawling
I am withdrawing
I can see
The enemy before me

Inside I cringe
Gathering my strength

Turning, it’s everywhere
Following me

Grabbing for attention
My last appeal - I surrender

It’s love.

Peccadillo

(English Sonnet)

Held down by this spear
I cling to this weight.
Withholding my fear
I open the gate.

Hellish nightmares
linger in my soul.
I hear
the burning smell of coal.  

Struck down by the darkness
I feel the claw-
Scurrying around in this carcass,
The last thing I saw.  

Wax melting on my head
I drink from the cup of the dead.

My Past

(Italian Sonnet)

Jumping, arching, I fly
opening my wings
I glide against the sky,
twirling through the years like rings.

Holding onto a lie-
encountering a world of stings.
Brushing against the current of rye
My life, whizzing by - sings.  

Leaping across the dimension of time
finding all that has gone unseen,
this life is missing a core.  

I pucker my lips, those years taste like lime.
Crashing through purple and green,
Arriving, I see – I am no more.