The Change
It appeared, or seemed to appear as a sheet,
White as the falling snow on a seemingly perfect Christmas Eve.
Creeping and sliding it found the way to her mind,
Like a virus it began to spread engulfing her spirit.
Her life appeared, or seemed to appear as the sheet,
Hanging from the line yearning to be with the others.
On the outside there lived a masque with several faces,
None of these the one that actually displayed her beauty.
It appeared, or seemed to appear that life could get any better,
Stuck in the cracks of a washed out road it lay dormit.
But what if there was the one possiblity for change?
The chance to change the crack into a beautiful path?
It appeared, or seemed to appear a wonderous thought,
Filled with all the goodness and richness of a queen.
But who knows yourself better than yourself?
And who excepts that change of its first visit?
Black
Strutting across the tin roof with the grace of a dancer,
She had a mission.
Eyes of the goldest sun were entranced on the mind,
She saw her mission.
A burst of tingles swept throughout her body,
She felt her mission.
Creeping to the well lit door as fast as light,
She visualized her mission.
Entering the room with happiness,
She found her mission.
Echoing with delight to the black haired figure,
She conquered her mission.
So what do we think of these two poems? I wrote them 8-15-00 and it's about time that I shared them. I really like the first one because it tells a lot about myself and my emotions. Poetry is so rewarding...i think the reward really comes when you are able to share your poetry. I don't share much of my own because a lot of it is best left unsaid to others because it's pretty painful stuff that I'm not ready to let go of yet. Anyway...the second is just a fun little poem about a cat coming home to her owner. Hope you enjoy.
God I just babble. This is a pretty long entry. And prayers to Cheryl's grandson Austin who has to have tests ran on his heart. He is only four so keep him in your prayers. He has to have an EP test done soon which is a cathader in your heart.
Night ya'll
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