Dahveed
Writing across the pages of your mind
Writing across the pages of your mind
The Writer’s Block
And so I struggle to find my home,
Through every alley and street I roam;
A brief stop in the corner café,
Peering out windows . . . foggy, dismal gray.
A cup of coffee awakens the mind
Allowing thoughts to slowly unwind;
A pastry made to fill the urge,
Words unwritten slowly merge.
Across the room as others glare,
My head in hands, as in prayer;
Another sip in hope to unlock,
A writer’s nightmare - the writer’s block.
The whispers travel through my ear,
Some I understand, some unclear;
The words are tangled, make no sense,
Every thought, so intense.
And so I struggled to find my home,
Through every alley and street I roamed;
I stopped briefly in this corner café,
Peering out a window; foggy, dismal gray.
And here I take my pen in hand;
Paper wrinkled, dirty with sand.
All my thoughts were once entwined,
The clay is now ready –
Writing across the pages of your mind.
©Dahveed
And so I struggle to find my home,
Through every alley and street I roam;
A brief stop in the corner café,
Peering out windows . . . foggy, dismal gray.
A cup of coffee awakens the mind
Allowing thoughts to slowly unwind;
A pastry made to fill the urge,
Words unwritten slowly merge.
Across the room as others glare,
My head in hands, as in prayer;
Another sip in hope to unlock,
A writer’s nightmare - the writer’s block.
The whispers travel through my ear,
Some I understand, some unclear;
The words are tangled, make no sense,
Every thought, so intense.
And so I struggled to find my home,
Through every alley and street I roamed;
I stopped briefly in this corner café,
Peering out a window; foggy, dismal gray.
And here I take my pen in hand;
Paper wrinkled, dirty with sand.
All my thoughts were once entwined,
The clay is now ready –
Writing across the pages of your mind.
©Dahveed
Through The Eyes of A Foster Child: A Poetic Journey
Before I Was Born: I Saw The World Through Your Eyes
"An emotionally riveting look into the pain and alienation of foster children as they try to survive in a society that ignores and at times even rejects their very existence. Dahveed bravely gives voice to these children through the eyes of his own struggle to find his place in the world and the next.”
- Heather Mann, PhD
- Heather Mann, PhD
“CHILDREN . . . FAMILY . . . LOVE
These words come to life in the following pages. Dahveed offers us the opportunity to experience his unique insight. The poems allow you to see, feel and hear from the perspective of a tiny being. The words are very moving and will bring great joy to others; whether you are a parent or not. For us, the poetry magnifies the miracle that is life.
- Collyn y Pablo Montiel