Okay, for real, here's a poem I wrote and decided I'd post, since I've been posting disgracefully infrequently.
How very curious, my dear,
How very
I wonder what the trees said that morning
I thought I heard the stars sing aloud
Maybe for joy
Maybe
How very lovely, my dear,
How very
I wonder why the angels sing so quietly
I thought I could hear them
Maybe far away, softly
Maybe
How very thoughtful, my dear,
How very
I wonder why the Christchild comes
I thought I saw him, though he is gone
Maybe here, maybe there
Maybe
How very silent, my dear,
How very
I wonder why the songs are yet here
I thought this darkly silence was unbroken
Maybe there is light even here
Maybe
How very precious, my dear,
How very
I wonder why such a good thing has come
I thought all we were is darkness, fire and sand
Maybe there is more worth to us than that
Maybe
How very irresistible, my dear,
How very
I wonder why I am so drawn to such a small thing
I thought I could run from something so finite
Maybe there is infinity in this child, love
Maybe
Well, back to the 500-words-or-less paper...
3 comments:
How very beautiful, my dear
How very.
Maybe I will someday read your poems without crying.
Maybe.....
"Maybe there is infinity in this child, love
Maybe"
Wow, Catey, I love this poem. <3
Great poem. I really enjoyed reading it.
I noticed you in your "About Me" section you have one of the avatars I posted on BlueSky Graphics. If you like, I can e-mail you the one without a watermark. :)
Trishelle
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