Author D.B. Hall: Enjoying the Unsated


Framed by this picture window

set incorrectly

allowing the wind’s poking fingers to whistle through

while I contemplate a million things

focusing on none.


It’s peaceful to enjoy the serenade

of the summer thunder

with its sudden booming cracks

and rolling rumblings

filling up the hollers.


Bolt after beautiful bolt

flashes down in dazzling brilliance

a marvelous competition of one-upmanship

gloriously illuminating the dogwoods

and this coffee sipping man.


The wind is a whirling taskmaster

sternly whipping, bending the various trees

into groaning obedience

unto this magnificent mad opus

limbs twist and break

mighty oaks are uprooted

finished the wind moves on

an unsated lover.


Through it all the black skies

hurl violent silver bullets

that slam into everything

hurting all they touch

useless to all but the poets

who gather them in the inkwell of their minds.


© D.B. Hall

Pebbles in the Stream


Excerpt from the book “Pebbles in the Stream”

D.B. Hall

About the Author

David Hall was born in a small town called Mount Airy (A.K.A Mayberry) nestled in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains which are part of the large Appalachian Mountain chain. His early life involved a lot of traveling with his missionary parents, which involved stints of living in Mexico and Bolivia. His poetry reflects a love for nature and life mixed with a sense of the rustic Americana spirit and sprinkled with a lingering sense of the spiritual guidance infused by his southern religious upbringing. David has always been able to live in the moment enjoying it to the fullest while being able to be separated within himself seeking something more. Poetry is one of those outlets that gives him that something more. The diversity of genres and endless array of topics allow him to dive into poetry with reckless abandon or with fine-tuned precision; whichever is needed. Like a prism there are many sides of David, from the emotional connections when dealing with death, to the touch of the spring breeze on your neck hairs, David’s poetry can put you there.

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