Devon Volkel's Blog, page 59
May 10, 2014
WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?
Running around the park when I was two on Easter Sunday =)
Lilies! My favorite! Happy mommies day to me!
Lilies! My favorite! Happy mommies day to me!
Soul Sisters
Soul Sisters
Radiant rays of sun shining warmth,
thirst quenching drinks of life’s cool water,
calming breezes that follow the storms,
and elixirs of words that eases what bother.
Comforting blankets when the world gets cold,
and a beacon of light in the darkest of darks,
A friendship that ages but never gets old,
and a destination of wonder that the soul embarks.
Of happiness doubled and misery abated,
of things that gnarled and snagged at me,
our memories are gold in terms of the weighted,
as together we faced elegant agony.
A friendship that grows an entire existence,
and warrants nothing of sorts for one to forgive,
when darkness encroaches and pain is persistent,
with you by my side I know I will live.
People who have what we share are rare,
and for as long as we have there are few,
my soul needs her sister as lungs need the air,
my world was complete the day I met you.
For Candi
©Devon Volkel
Sandy Hook
Wreaths and holly hung all the walls
candles and Christmas were sparkling through.
Laughter and memories echoed the halls
when red and green colors were saturated with blue.
Gripping a nation by our soul with its teeth,
and draining each parent in us of our blood,
paralyzing each mother, each father with grief,
and wrecking our lives like ants in a flood.
The stitching that holds us together is frail
as unbidden agony rips at our seems,
shrouding our hearts with questions like a veil
because 27 innocent lives were robbed of the dreams.
©Devon Volkel
May 4, 2014
May 3, 2014
True Odds
True Odds
You were not here too early,
you did not come too soon,
it was how you lay in me,
upside-down inside the womb.
No one could give me answers,
to tell me what went wrong.
And they thought within their expert minds
that you wouldn’t live too long.
When the doctors said those words,
my knees went to the floor,
and something inside died in me,
that wasn’t there before.
But then this fight arose in me,
I stood back up with pride.
Nothing would stop the drive in me
that told me you’d survive.
Like magic you got stronger,
the machines were less and less.
You found the strength inside of me
within your own sweet, tiny chest.
Still to weak to leave with me,
we went home at night alone.
That pain, it kept reminding me
that we couldn’t take you home.
Your crib and swing lay empty,
in your nursery I would weep.
This pain almost divided me,
the mountain was too steep.
But the fighter in me screamed at me
at times when I lost focus,
I remembered I was leading you
when even I felt hopeless.
The day you left the hospital,
you showed them all real drive
and that nothing would break your will to live
or desire to survive.
These days were hard to write about,
no one should ever know,
to almost lose your baby boy,
it numbs you to your bones.
My baby Gauge has flourished
and has redefined reality,
you’d never guess his brush with death
has shaped his personality.
So it’s not the size of dog that’s fighting
when you beat true odds.
It’s the size of fight alive in you,
the size of fight inside the dog.
©Devon Volkel
May 1, 2014
April 29, 2014
Coming Soon: Book II-- Aura's Dilemma
Kruise and Shayde had just about mended their ailed relationship when Shayde gets the opportunity to go to London with her family on her father’s business trip. Kruise isn’t worried but Shayde, on the other hand, has a foreboding deep within her that she cannot shake and impending doom seems immanent. It doesn’t help that there is a new girl in school that seems to be chomping at the bit to get her mitts into Kruise, and although he seems oblivious to her implications, Shayde finds it hard to leave him to her.
Another factor that doesn’t seem to bother Kruise is that the family the Gamics are going to visit are also magical. There is even a boy her age there named Abel. As a new bond between the witches grow, the connection between Shayde and Kruise weakens and she doesn’t know who is to blame. After an unfortunate incident, Shayde and Abel find themselves connected in a way that two people have never experienced before.
When another calamitous event has Abel rushing against the clock to save Shayde, he finds what’s truly at risk—losing her and another extraordinary being—both of which the world is so lucky to have. Will he find the answers in time to save Shayde and Aura? And if he succeeds, will the answers found sever connections beyond repair?
April 26, 2014
phantomofthecity:
cicatrici-belle:
How to get away with not...
How to get away with not drawing the other eye
you just shattered the fourth wall of art
April 17, 2014
Medical Issues Lead to a Writing Career - Devon Volkel on The Empowerment Show
A young mother experiences a difficult birth and illness of her first child and then a difficult choice when her own illness affects her next pregnancy. Lear…
