"ecard" poems
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Her scarf a la Bardot,
In suede flats for the walk,
She came with me one evening
For air and friendly talk.
We crossed the quiet river,
Took the embankment walk.
Traffic holding its breath,
Sky a tense diaphragm:
Dusk hung like a backcloth
That shook where a swan swam,
Tremulous as a hawk
Hanging deadly, calm.
A vacuum of need
Collapsed each hunting heart
But tremulously we held
As hawk and prey apart,
Preserved classic decorum,
Deployed our talk with art.
Our Juvenilia
Had taught us both to wait,
Not to publish feeling
And regret it all too late -
Mushroom loves already
Had puffed and burst in hate.
So, chary and excited,
As a thrush linked on a hawk,
We thrilled to the March twilight
With nervous childish talk:
Still waters running deep
Along the embankment walk.
Dec 9, 2009
Dec 9, 2009 at 7:29 AM UTC
on an Easter morning!
my lover sent an ecard
all on an Easter morn
I feel like the most fortunate
woman ever born!
the butterflies flit o'r the flowers
baby bunnies sing
people in their Easter best
walk by as bluebirds wing!
O God! How can I thank Thee?
for friends, and such a love?
I glorify the Savior!
Who now sits with Thee above!
how can I tell You how I esteem You?
state Your endless worth?
You have made this glorious day
and a bit of he'ven on earth!!!
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 1:44 PM UTC