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wish o, love, fill those eyes- warm as sun; as sea, profound- eyes of whom i love. rain mist rising in rain, drifting soft, an emblem of quenchéd lovers' thirst. sleeping next to you contented the smile on the face scarce obscuring dreams of thee only. » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
in the stillness of the morning- in the tranquil dim of dawn- when the moon is but a whisper, yet before my dreams have gone and sweeply drifted from my window like a tender, lilting song; when my sleepy veil is lifting and my hair falls in my face; as i sit up to admire earth in all her morning grace and to watch the stretching shadows- see the woods, a ya » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
I looked up and saw a shadow falling, a soft cascade across a sloping moonlit hill, and heard a sound of thunder so steady, and soft, that I stopped my wandering just to listen --still. And there it was, the soft cascade yet growing, the trampled cornstalks now razed all the more, and its absence after all my breath had gone so hushed and low left dusk in such a tremb » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
Sweet girl, don't let your love bloom like a crocus in the snow. Please save your gentle heart for someone warm. Don't let your love bloom purple with a sweet enduring sorrow. Just wait for fragrant Spring and you may keep your heart from harm. I've seen your blue eyes follow him just waiting for a sign. I know the look of pleading, "How I wish that you were mine!" But k » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
(This poem is about my father; an unconventional man who has always had the most beautiful singing voice and has always shared his gift with his church on Christmas Eve singing "O Holy Night".) The men all glint like golden coins and flex their smiles with winking joy. The heavens shine- the day is theirs, the sun the Emblem of the Boy. But you are a Moon Man. You've seldom seized the day and neve... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
The rising tide in deep of night- the secret joys that swell behind your eyes, which gleam so bright, and lips which never tell. The magma seething underground- an anguish kept inside that seeks to rage for justice when no longer can it hide. The gentle dew that falls at dawn- the melancholy tears descended soft » Continue Reading
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