Moonstorms

By Leisa Pierce

A collection of poems by Leisa Pierce
written between 1997 and 1999.
Leisa's word~works are written from the soul about everyday events and people in her life as well as from dreams. They are written in her own unique style that will stir your emotions, make you think, and feel in multiple layers as the words often fall.
This collection shines a glimpse into a realm few dare go.
Often called confessional or journal writing, Leisa's words take you on a deep spiritual journey into the psyche of what most people shun.
She delves into a voyage of the soul head first trekking through the dark to get to the light with inner strength ever present.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Nov 5, 2001
• ISBN: 9781469707396

Leisa Pierce

Leisa Pierce lives in Southern California by the beach; has been writing since age 8, lives with 1 husband, 2 children and 4 cats and a golden retreiver/lab mix. Leisa has been published in a variety of print and electronic magazines. Personal Web Site: http://leisa.netfirms.com/

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Contents

Foreword

Preface

A Page of Gratitude

Part One

Transition

1997

Playing God

In My Mind

Nine Swords

dreams

ashen

1857

Immemorial

Scattered Souls

haze

Crossings

forgiveness

rehab

scree

Sheets

Five Pulse Lakes

River Lessons

Reentry

0806

Falling Thru The Mirror

Veer Ninety Degrees

Child of God

flambeau

Sequestered Soul

Black Box

Real Is

Of Life...Less

opiate

nashville;

before and nothing after

nitro

priceless water cups

coleman

embers~

oceanic

crimson books ofcreme

bloodshot reaping;

niteshot weeping

chocolate art and tea

umbrellas we covet

addiction

xenolith

shaving the moon

landscapes

tsunamic

lifeguards at lunch

edges

year of the drug

happy hanukkah, patty!

rings

LifeWater

lines

Part Two

Adjusting The Light Just So

1998

Alone

hard edge

Nine Yards To Go

amber annuity

broken sleep

drive

ships and things

nites

star

confessional

summer dies

petals

things in variance

absent

accept nothing less

oral

thaw

a mirror thru the phone

lowest greenville avenue

charmed

2:20 a.m. coffee

eaves

kingdom

wires

photograph

vote for greed

heart salad

you

entry

planetary

espresso

crab

love

falling thru the stars

prelude to a madness

gypsy

keys

visages

ghost

beyond grace

birth

i want

close

cherry tree lane

vague repose

pure

death wings

resorption

it’s almost over.

Part Three

ofTríníty and Madness’

Sweet Dream

1999

Remember The Dream

day two; insomnia midnite.

taffy

death of a fool

mourning candles of joy

scrabble and tears

scratched photographs

tracing time

forgive me father for i have sinned...

enchanted

geothermal

and you give me this time

breathing muses

sermons

palaver

falling from the pedestal

Parts

days of blu

centrifugal forces

mold me into some starchild

beyond moonstorming

ghost 99

your black cafs memory

selling the prozac

pin

the memory i lose

these words, these dreams

to stumble

hall

anti

Valleys and Rice Fields of

Forgotten Ritual

quiet city air

living in stone

of shallow

grey, like me

anti waste

shorttakes

the symmetry ofleaves

the paradox (listening)

love’s golden shrine

falling to ecstasy

vacant mother eyes

six hours, thirty-five years

deals

prozac stains

i begin

of pictures and lists

Pandora’s Secret

Daddy

Afterword

About the Author

Notes

This book is dedicated to my father,Stanley J. Kosakowski

and

my children,

J. Michael and Melanie E*)

Foreword 

by

Robert Pierce

It would not surprise me if you were sitting with this book in your hand and a smug smile on your face. An introduction from the writer’s husband? Kind of like asking Bill Gates to critique the new version of Windows. Well, perhaps not. I did not create Leisa. Her creativity comes from within. When we met in early 1998, I fancied myself quite the writer. Leisa showed me that writing could be more than a hobby. It could be elevated to an art form. I had diffi- culty believing her when she told me that she had written not one-hundred, but well over one-thousand poems (which has since grown to over four-thou- sand). How could she possibly do that? Most writers, myself included, go through a very familiar process when it comes to writing. Get an idea, put it into words, set it down. Leisa is one of the rare few who is capable of skipping the second stage. When an idea strikes her, it is quite literally translated into verse instantly. The majority of the works in this volume were written in five minutes or less. Five minutes. Often it takes me that long (or longer) to decide on one word.

You may be thinking That’s pretty impressive but McDonalds has sold bil- lions of hamburgers and you can usually get them within a few minutes but there are few who would turn down a good steak (no matter how long it takes) in exchange. Naturally, you would be correct. Quantity and speed mean little if the final product lacks content. That, friends, are where Leisa’s true talents lie. Leisa works with words the way an artist works with paint. If you have ever seen a painting that has touched you, then you will understand what I mean. The pages that follow are like that. If you are partial to one specific style of writing, then I’m afraid that you will likely be disappointed. One of Leisa’s strengths is her diversity. She is capable of writing a dark, gothic poem as well as romantic verse with equal passion. It is this passion, this emotion, that sets Leisa apart from the rest. Though the majority of her work is inspired by her own real life events blended with a healthy smattering of dream based poems, it amazes me how often others comment on her works and advise her how deeply they were affected almost as if the poem were written specifically for them. Leisa writes primarily for her own satisfaction, but nothing compares to the moment when someone tells you that your work made them feel something.

Now, poetry is not the most popular form ofliterature. Many automatically associate poetry with the sing song style of Dr. Seuss or the hearts and flowers of Hallmark greeting cards. Leisa’s works resemble neither. Her descriptive style and ability to turn words into images enables us to easily paint our own mental pictures. I can’t guarantee that every poem in between the covers of this book will be your personal cup of tea. Poetry is like that. But they will make you think.

So, please, read the poems that follow. You may find yourself smiling, you may even find yourself welling up with tears at some points. Enjoy them, I think you will. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if you found yourself inspired to pick up a pen yourself.

Robert Pierce

October 6,2001

Preface 

to give

in prose and