Two Poems by Daniel Wallock

Barren

Walking in,
the hallow,
whites of,
the moonlight,
my heart beats,
silent hums.

My eyes,
shed frozen,
tears,
and my mind,
wanders over,
her lips.

Her touch,
sweeping,
and breathing,
down my,
broken,
chest.

Shaking in,
among a,
barren path,
her fingers,
shifted through,
mine.

Searching,
horizons,
the lonely,
moon,
the beat,
of my heart,
and memory,
of all that was.

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Weak

When my,
hearts weak,
and trees,
shed icicles,
I ponder,
days in the rain,
before aching,
snows.

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 About the author:

Daniel’s writing has appeared in Burningword Literary Journal, Paragraph Planet, Wild Quarterly, ExFic, and The Bolt Magazine. He’s received four writing awards including first place in San Jose State University’s Nonfiction Short Story Contest. He also received a Gold Key for nonfiction, the highest regional honor, from Scholastic’s Art and Writing Awards.

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