Meteor struck,
Shelter,
Shelter,
From the storm?
A kiss,
With weight,
Of love, lust, and need,
So much at once would break a lesser woman and create a lesser poem. :)
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The poem from which this one reflected
http://poemflesh2.blogspot.com/2011/08/butterfly-girls.html
WEdneSdaY'S cHiLd by Cynthia
Friday, August 05, 2011
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Onions?
A person,
Is like an onion,
And the layers,
Are that,
Which has been placed,
To hide the sweet sweet heart,
From all but the true.
In response to a piece by Cynthia
Is like an onion,
And the layers,
Are that,
Which has been placed,
To hide the sweet sweet heart,
From all but the true.
In response to a piece by Cynthia
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
On a piece of Frost
Love is always shot,
Through,
With that salt,
Which joy never lacks.
Happy needs unhappy,
Heart to be warmed,
A sharpened shard of,
A hardened throbbing heart,
At home in it’s lovers breast be.
I believe I wrote this in response to one of Cynthia's haiku.
Through,
With that salt,
Which joy never lacks.
Happy needs unhappy,
Heart to be warmed,
A sharpened shard of,
A hardened throbbing heart,
At home in it’s lovers breast be.
I believe I wrote this in response to one of Cynthia's haiku.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
A reflection Poem
Tuesday, March 01, 2011
Another one on Perspective
Lessons Learned
One of life's,
Main lessons learned,
Is the pain by which,
Perspective's earned.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Muse
MUSE
A cafe to share remembrances,
And in the corner,
The lurking shadow of truth.
The muse,
Within the heart,
Never dies,
Or fade,
It is we,
Who erode and accumulate….
I wrote this in response to the line by Illyria, “the pay’s reliable. muses get old. they die.”
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
The scene of the accident
A memory
Flowering potted plants,
Glowingly growing among,
Shards of shattered glass,
A memory of pain,
Thankful,
For,
Today.
A year ago a friend was driving towards her home and had an accident in which the vehicle rolled several times. Just the other day she recounted her experience walking past the place. As she walked by the scene of broken glass she spotted potted plants flowering. She said it both saddened and lifted her. Apparently others had died there in similar accidents and the flowers were planted in memory. :)
Monday, February 21, 2011
No Peace/No profit #2
Prophet's Profit
It never,
Is the prophets,
Who,
From altruism,
Profits,
I doubt any,
Of the many,
True prophets of,
Humanity,
Ever had as,
A primary,
Motivation,
The acquisition of power,
For just the sake of power.
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