Featured Poem
A Child of the Sun
I am a child of the sun
He who has known me shall testify
With blind eyes and sugared lips,
To the joys I bring to this here consumed hearth.
In the summer a lily blooms.
Its edges ripple away
Leaving nearly nothing willing.
I sour what little you have given
From acid ash I conceive
Come closer still, so you may see your own sweet face
My harvest; Near my breast
The warmth from your body sweetens me
Lay there
Away from me, close your eyes
Let the will take you
In the summer a lily blooms.
Poems by N. Adeline
 O'Beloved, O'ChildAll alone I am Waiting for you to join me, My heart it does despair I look around, I search for you I ask myself, why did the devil fall? ... | At the end of the day, I take a detour.I can’t think straight. Not like this. If I close my eyes it all moves. I cannot rest: Warmth can only do so much. I want but Am too tired to sleep. Just a bit too tired. ... | I keep my silence close to me.I need to go Lay deep in the earth. Gain back all the lost time, Please just- Come back to me. ... |
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I want to be remembered.In the way the wind moves the treetops In the way rouge stains fingertips In that fleeting sort of way, I want to be remembered. ... | Our world filled with water.The beavers float Their homes swept away As it rains, As it rains, I swim through a lake As it rains, I build myself a boat Made of beaver homes ... | There is a God atop the mountain.The God atop the mountain Owes me a favor. I climb day in- Day out, past the rivers and streams Past the boulders Past the old huts, weather torn: cold I walk, then I crawl, then I climb ... |
Coins for a garden of hands.People pay to smell like me A distilled divinity they flaunt around. They step on calloused hands On their way to barren fields They cannot buy living water. I make fragrant, bitter liquor A sip I swirl around, Spitting out golden heresy ... | A Child of the SunI am a child of the sun He who has known me shall testify With blind eyes and sugared lips, To the joys I bring to this here consumed hearth ... In the summer a lily blooms. |  On clean blade my vow is signed.To those I’ve seen I vow to erect no visage upon this sworn land My life, my mind, my speech I will use to bring truth To steel my hand. To defend Those who stand in front, besides, behind me ... |
A plead for silence I have gifted.In my chest it resonates A mere captive I am Standing on living deck I am summoned Beneath my feet, my men are buried Their forgiveness I’ll beg for ... |
Coins for a garden of hands.
Originally a poem called “Perfume”, many of the original key elements of this poem were removed. Below I present part of the first draft of the poem as I wrote it from journal to Word.
"I take these hands
To pluck a rose,
Peeling each petal off before morning comes.
The water from the spring carries nothing,
It is I who carry it along
The mountainside over and over until my vases fill"