You guys, I'm so sorry. Things have been mayhem around here. I've actually been keeping on top of things, but I let it slip yesterday and I'm in some "word-of-the-week" now (my dorm's substitution for the 4-letter synonym for crap). But that's okay.
I started a Live Journal too (thanx to Gato) and if you'd like to see my rants on oddities of life, to www.livejournal.com/users/blue_camel327 . Go figure huh? Anyway, I really don't have much to post. Maybe that's cause I've talked to you both fairly recently. Not much is new. Lots is going on, but I'm sure you don't want to hear about Medea or the Joshua 23-27 (Old Testament). Ugh. So, to show you both how much I love you, I'm posting my newest poem right here. Just for you two ^.^
"Gardens"
I
Glistening dew on timid petals
Dawn glowing ‘gainst watery glass
Mists hugging the trees and bushes
Velvet gauze for bridal veils
Silence shattered softly, sweetly
Footsteps on the garden paths
Masked by maker’s metered swiftness
Cloaked by urgent hope
Crisp air sizzles to blushing cheeks
Heartbeats deafen the heavy calm
Dry throat under woolen scarf
Moist palms under gloves
Eyes glance to the grainy shadows
Waiting for the right one to stand
Open his warm arms wide
And wrap her in their lover’s tryst.
II
The mighty oaks rouse the birds
Stretching their boughs of greatness high
Roots tickling the flowers awake
They always know first
The birds alert the tired bugs
Their nighttime refrain newly calmed
Songs chorused to beating wings
They call the cues and set the scene
Sleepy grass is last to know
Wrapped warmly in its dewy mantle
Finally throws away the shroud
Ready to join the cast
Colors bright, voices gay
The world revolves around them
Nothing cries morning quite like
A well-rehearsed garden
III
Busy hands tending sweetly
Taking pains to keep perfection
Stripping death away from life
Renewing hope, giving strength
Shadows gone, nothing but life
Glistening on a toiling face
Etching away the common strain
Gossamer rays of noon-day sun
Muslin dress, calfskin gloves
Iron shears, old straw hat
Sun-kissed freckles
Grace an ivory nose
Nursing what the hired help should
She gaily goes about her work
Happy to see it form
Beneath her loving hands
IV
Stayed and formal china
Straight-laced with chamomile
Poised on a silver platter
Docile roses, blush with youth
Watercress and strawberry tarts
Mingle with a tepid breeze
Happily married beneath a canopy
Of extravagant stripped elegance
Ivory gloves of antique lace
Stylish bonnets, freshly cut,
Don well-pruned ringlets and twists
Demure lilies of their age
Idle murmurs babble like fountains
Chatter for sophisticated company
Ever taking special care
That no one wilts over tea
V
Dampened heavy, stagnant air
Creeping in on silent toes
Shadows stretch across the lawns
Impending darkness mutes the day
Laughter slices through the eve
Children barefoot in the grass
Hands reaching, open wide
To catch their drops of lightning
Parents on the porch with fans
Anxious nurses clap their hands
With dreams of all the dawns ahead
Bedtime crawls ever closer
Nestled in their warm beds
Petals close with sleepy yawns
Nightingales lilt a lullaby
To sing the sun to sleep
VI
Glittering jewels and ringlet hair
Petals swaying, delicate couture
Always found in pairs, in bundles
Bouquets for the waltz
Music floats out to the garden
Borne by the golden candlelight
Rests softly on the balcony and trellis
Forgotten in shadows beyond
A lone buttercup steps out to the edge
Ready to taste the summer air
Unsuspecting, not believing
Tales of living shadows
A reddish glow and a plume of smoke
The only sign he dares to give
He the shadow-walker waits
Too happy to take his time
VII
Not a soul dares to move
Baited breath, hearts in throats
Waiting for the time to pass
Till sunlight reins again
Feathers ruffled, ever patient
Wisdom waits upon his perch
Moons for eyes he sees all
But never tells a soul
Strolling down the lonely path
Emerald eyes and raven hair
Evil beauty preys in silence
Lovely feline midnight
Curled up tightly in their beds
Mortals dream the moment away
Never knowing, not meant to know
The power coiled in darkness
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