What a lovely Christmas it was.
Hunger full, bellies.
Time for some fun



© Written by Linda Bates Terrell

My Dear Sister,

Your picture in the drawer
hidden years from my sight
Did you too ever wonder or
think of me in the night

Not one time playing together
Not ever did we share a morsel
Not a park did we ever visit
Nor a letter shared by parcel

My thoughts scatter with now age
of the what-if's and what-evers
My humble hearts love does not
strive in vain to be so clever

What is it that you thought
when they kept us far apart
Was you like I dear sister
so lost alone in the dark

Did you fear the unknows
and wish the comfort of my charm
Did you sister, think of me too
praying that I keep far from harm

Never a fight to call you bad sister
Not one time did I hold your hand
though I think of you often
why haven't I searched of you
through out the land

© Written by Linda Bates Terrell

No title
no title
words slither
in the mind subtold
like serpents to behold

No title
no title
a choice so unmade
no words in braids
not one word or two
not even just a few

No title
no title
no time to entitle
that title so futile
cast out the title
and leave it untold
but the ending--- contemplate
the insatiable ultimate
story must unfold.

No title
no title
Though no title surfice
the ending tis precise
like a run for the mice
the maze is the challenge
but--- the escape is the goal.


© Written by Linda Bates Terrell

Brave hearts forever burdened
while the daunting hearts rule
forgiven of timeless blunders
nights forbidden lovers so cruel



© Written by LindaTerrell

"The Ville."

There was a town they called the ville
It set at the top of the hill
It never was with a light or clue
It was a hunters dream come true
It's coyotes whined with a shrill
Deer run to the bottom, of the Ville's hill.
It was just a hunter dream.

© Written by Linda Terrell

Swirling cloths of green folage among bricks divine
flowing forward up and down
always to its roots comes its frowns

© Written by Linda Terrell